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In my dreams I find myself falling into my self again
As I descend I feel my body contract and my mind relax
Maybe there is a bottom here, I think to myself
Maybe not
It doesnt matter anyway
I can never remember falling in the first place
Where I was is about as pertinent as where Ill end up
I cant even think to wonder what Im falling through or why
Drifting through myself
I see myself as if I were watching through the eyes of a passer by
It doesnt mean anything
It never has
This whole ordeal has happened before
Each time I fall
Each time
I see myself looking out from within
And what I see from inside is nothing at all
No light
No walls
As if I were wrapped in a beam of light without a source
Dreams and wishes and hopes
Nothing more than synapses firing in a pattern and translated into thought
Ghostly ideas that rattle around my head
Dreams keep me from sleeping
Dreams keep me in a daze when I think I am awake
I never really wake up
Everyday
Im dreaming myself into existence
I want to wake up
I want to see what this whole life is from the outside looking in
Ive been asleep for so long
Peace is what I need
A vacation from myself
The life I live
Controlled by endless desire
Not by myself
Maybe Siddhartha was right
Where is my middle path?
Where is the second of three strings?
I feel myself either taught or relaxed
Where is my center?

Oh well it's time for bed.