A Floating Dream

A man is emersed into his dreams, and is taken for a joyride.

Is it now, or is it then,
that the path I had taken started caving in.
Without giving me a chance to understand,
that the journey I had taken was about to begin.

A journey so long I could not tell,
If I was dead, or alive at all.
For the road I walked became something like water,
transparent and blue as if enthralling.

With the world around me soon covered in white,
and a glimpse of light showing between the midline.
I found myself floating way up in the sky,
in sight of the beauty we call the skyline.

Soon enough I began to decline,
back down to the earth, and back inside.
My bedroom window which was open outside,
for in this moment my dreams came alive.