Dream daze

Its a mystery night,
I choke in my dream,
I know its unreal-
a scary one it may seem.

I am lost in a jumble,
a puzzle, a haze
a building so tall
No escape.

I fall, I cry
a still body-
craves to die,
I can't say good bye.

For it is my soul,
hurt and dry.
Will I be able to
fly high?

Sane I am with
nothing in hand,
empty it is-
bare on sands.

No smoke, no air
no trance, no fear
depth of water-
few burnt hair.

I like it no more,
running in the dream-
like an empty brain
craving for shore.

I shall fly on the river,
float on the walls-
for I see the world,
it is a whorl.

I am upturned,
by my own 'self'
I am no more
no one a help.

I still can stand
without spinning,
for I exist-
till the point blank.