The prison these sheets shackle me in
Leave me entangled in my own lustful sin
To drift away into a sleepless dream;
forgetting the real world, tearing away at its seams.
In the dream I travel far and wide and
catch a ride upon a great white tide
And on the sea with Poseidon I roam
Only to be brought to an isle, I gently roll with the seam foam.
Natives all gather at the sandy shore
with gifts made for me, with unequivocal allure.
We embrace and then feast, sharing peace from the pipe,
Around a great fire we dance into the night.
The sun starts to peek up over the hills
an inevitable end to my night full of thrills.
Through my lids I can see a room filled with light, a sure sign I'm awake
But from my black satin cuffs I cannot find a break.
I'm twisted up and wrought about,
but from this sober high I refuse to come down.
In my dream there was no stress or strife,
just a whimsical relief from my imperfect life.
As I untangle myself from the burdens of sleep
I think of the natives, Poseidon, and the blue sea so deep.
-Pj
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