I won't transfer to my dream world yet.
An unpredictable and halfway hopeful landscape.

I'm still adjusting my eyes to the dark, watching my hand become a silhouette against a slightly less dark format.

And the music that I can't take with me to my dream world drums in my ears, perhaps louder than need be, but loud enough to keep me looking at slightly differentiated silhouettes in the dark.

And my mind unfolds, finding the staircase to the wanderer's dream. It brings bliss, and I smile in the dark where I know only I can see.

That one thought that unfolds another, thoughts that you could never understand. Yet my smile confirms I believe it, and so do I.

Good ideas can take a quick fire escape exit turn for the worst, so I close off those escapes and simply repeat the thought I love.

It's a good idea to stay awake in final moments before bed. You might come to a realization.