Pre-storm

Somethings and nothings slip past my eyes as I daze and dive into an infinite daydream,

til i reach times frayed ends and begin again,

Lost in a loop i swoop through flaming hoop after hoop and hope i don't find the answers to my question,

The question being:

What was my question?

Through a looking glass i catch a sliver of my past,

Clutching the tip of the top of a mountain,

I ride the waves of light and sound to a distant dissonance i’ve only ever heard in my own mind,

Suddenly i am aware,

I’m lucid dreaming and i’m screaming,

If only i was still asleep!!