I plop down on my bed.
There's nothing much in my head.
And I fall down deep,
deep into sleep.
And then, all of a sudden
I remember I have wings, hidden
under my thoughts. I break free,
and fly to a world made just for Me.
I glide in the flow of things,
the wonders my mind brings.
And dream up amazing landscapes
of great sizes and shapes.
The pit itself isn't very cold
It amplifies my thoughts manifold.
It lets me create a world, where
I can escape little affairs.
It tries its best to calm me down,
erase from my face, crease and frown.
And give me a smile, be it
one of amused mirth, or legit.
Though it tries so hard, it can
only continue what's been begun.
It can't change my thoughts, it can't
give me more than I have ; what I want.
So I can't change the ingredient,
or abandon what is abundant.
I remember in detail my great scares,
territories 'I wish I hadn't gone there'.
But I don't at all blame the pit
for the scares intensified by it.
Without it, I'd never face my fears.
I'd never leave my protective sphere