Dreaming

Dreams creep to the foreground, while I lie awake.
Unable to look away, I lie in a tranquil state.
But visions of fate, change to nightmares and I'm whisked away.
My mind obsessed, with dark thoughts as though possessed.
Never putting into question the origin, simply perplexed.
Insanity overwhelms what once was sane.
Cries of terror locked away, thoughts of escaping, all in vane.
Hopes remain, that vivid acts of vengeance do not pertain relevance in my day to day.
But as horrors seep to my dry reality, who's to say?
No longer grounded, I grab hold to thoughts once intrusive, but now elusive, as I float away.
Essence up above, but my bumbling body, bound by what once was, remains.