Lonely Dreaming.

Staring up at the ceiling through the dark,
Alone in my empty room.
Wandering through my mind,
The whispering fields and exotic plumes.

Floating in deserted dreamlands,
Painting places i wish i could be.
Yet i still can't conjure any people,
Can't even imagine the company.

Drifting through rotting ruins,
Pools of wishes i can't quite hear;
Swimming faces i can't quite create.
Mumbling to figures i can't make appear.

Estranged grains fly past my face,
Aimless feet sinking into abstract sands,
Then my legs, my body, swallowing my head,
And finally rising over my lonely, outstretched hand.