In my dreams, I can touch the stars.
I am floating, tumbling through
a place I do not belong.
My hands brush the heavens and fall away.
I am mortal; I do not belong here.
In my dreams, I can speak to the moon.
I am resting above her silver serenity,
finally at peace.
My mind wanders and forgets her as she slips from the sky.
I am young; I am not made to relax.
In my dreams, I can see the Earth.
I am homesick, so close to my origin and
yet I can't reach it.
My body is adrift and I cannot find the will to move myself.
I am alone; I have only a void for company.
In my dreams, I long for purpose.
I am yearning, longing,
for meaning in my life.
My heart aches and I want it to stop.
I am hurting; I was not meant for reality.