SILLY DREAM

it’s holding me —
tying my hands, closing my eyes.
‘sleep, girl, it’s warm here—
let me show you around’.

tighter and tighter
it’s tying the knots;
the longer I hide—
the further I fall.

taken into captivity
by the tricks of my mind,
deeper and deeper into oblivion—
I’ve gone very far.

a forgotten anthem
stuck in my thoughts.
dreaming of something charming;
my legs can no longer walk.

dreaming of flower fields,
clear skies and no ceilings—
in this silly dream