(I wrote this one restless night.)

People walk on my ceiling.
I can hear their footsteps echo softly down
Between the thin walls that separate my world from theirs.
For the moment, I am alone with my thoughts.
The dark room invites my flesh to release me
So I may travel into the dark void that fills the air around me.

As my body releases its daily grip
I am allowed to enter into a life only I know and can understand.
Visages of my past awaken the long dormant recesses.
I see myself as a boy of 10 inhaling the fresh scent of Spring.
Exhaling, I become the man I have yet to be.

In this world I am allowed to live.
I cannot be caged.
My eyes no longer see, my tongue no longer tastes, my hands no longer touch.
Reality in its purest form?
No, life in its essence.
This world cannot create a sanctuary so safe and with so much hope.
No amount of power can give the control I have.

The further I go the calmer my soul becomes.
Soon it is at one with the land.
The state of tranquility has neither joy nor sadness
For one cannot be known until the other is experienced.

As my body needs a soul, so my soul needs a body.
My physicalness cries out to the lofty soul and beckons it to return.
Only when my soul has once again been satiated can it return to the cage.
It returns with its own hope that it will soar again.