The Dreamworld

the times may change

the worlds may shatter

still dreams persist and carry on

we drift alone

we dream alone

and yet

there's more beneath our masks

we're static

amidst the storm

that rages in this realm

we shiver in the cold

we only dream that we're safe

all options are gone

lost in a kaleidoscope of

self-determination

the last choice

monuments of ice

will linger here

for a while

locked in a web-like pattern

clinging to the lines

drawn on our palms

we're slipping

descending