
and I ponder the lights that I see
my mind takes for granted the depth and the breadth
and I go back to living 'asleep'
like the air in my lungs and the chair at my back
"reality" is what I believe
and I shake away grander thoughts
and go back to what I ought
because my world is the size of me
I have peaked over fences, leaned out the window
but my habits yank me back down
I am hemmed in, stuck in my skin
and in my own shallowness-- drown.