MALCONTENT

My mind, too tightly wound Spinning the gears, burning them out, Stripping them as their speed exceeds. Grasping the binding Of subconscious activity; Throwing sparks into my dreams Breaking wakefulness, unfettering sleep. I drift beyond a tormented reach, As a mysterious cloak falls down obscuring my vision - From what you try to hide from me. Trickster, playing with my eyes throwing nebulas before me, Glowing dust that glitters in the light. Fantasy now encircles reality, With a dose of magic, moon-inspired beams. While you grasp stardust in your hands Scattering it over all that I am; For hallucinations are your game making me dance to this tune, The only one that I now hear - thanks to you. Immersed in this world that seems artificial, superficial and so temporary; Fragile as glass and unsteady, easily shattered. Consciousness conforms, Random laughs unfold, circling our destiny With a madness that lies far beyond....... Our feeble human touch.