My shoes had been more familiar to me than my own reflection.
If I didn’t have them on, I’d see my feet, disgusted at the imperfections.
My egg-white ceiling and all of its cracks were a-counted for and traced,
And within them, after hours of stupor, I stored all the troubles I had faced.
I was told over and over that I was not alone, and wondered what that meant,
And wondered why nobody came, even after all the smoke signals I sent,
But after a while I decided that I’d wrap myself in a blanketed cocoon,
And get shipped as high as I could away in hopes of reaching the moon.
I was nearly finished with a most magnificent casket of numbness and glue,
But was rudely shaken, and awakened by a sudden fluoresce light of blue.
Somewhere between green and violet, I gently moved my heavy limbs,
And slowly began to see a blur of colors, of shapes and all kinds of things.
I smiled, then drifted back to immovability to where I dreamed fantastical creatures,
Neon seahorses, glittered roses, pink chiffon Weeping Willow trees and clear leeches,
Spiky jellyfish in purple jello, the taste of cotton candy and cake was nice.
I slept in wonderful magic until realizing I had lost a leaden three years of real life.
I made the difficult decision to come back, leaving all the memories behind,
But when I arrived at my destination, I was greeted with a man most divine.
He helped me see my dreamy creatures in present reality,
He restored me with love, kindness and vitality.
He took my hand and signaled for me to come fly with him,
And when I told him I couldn’t, he told me that I already had been.
Because I’d no idea where I was or what I was doing, I chose to leave worry for tomorrow.
For today, I was maybe, only, nothing less than, Apollo.