Dreaming

Waking up from a dream, surfacing on

A bottomless lake of discovery.

A lure bobbing in the lake known as fantasy,

Tempting me with danger, lust, euphoria,

Knowing I crave these things, knowing

that I will bite and be pulled out into the cold, stagnant air

of reality, where my asthma burns my lungs from the inside.

 

Now I turn from fish to fisherman,

Throwing out my lure, hoping that

meaning and understanding will close it’s sharp jaws

and allow me to pull them up.

But my baited hook remains undisturbed.

“You have been fooled”, they say to me.

Damn, I think to myself. One that got away.

Perhaps I will have better luck next time.

Casting out my lure once more as I drift back to sleep.