Get Gone. Go On.

Tales retelling in my head  
play out on walls around my bed..
 
"There once was a boy who dared to dream,
but feared to reach and tare the seam.
He walked crowded roads,  
yet felt so alone.
Too much time was spent on his decadent throne.
Trials and errors paved his way home,
thus never allowed himself to get too far gone."
 
Gone. . .
 
The journey had ended before it begun?
 
What will the boy become?
 
Thoughts derail me from my slumber.
The fate of said boy has placed me in such wonder.  
Perhaps my bed has become the throne.
Perhaps I'm the reason I feel so alone.
Perhaps I may reach and tare at these seams.
Perhaps tomorrow is waiting for me;
fresh and clean-
To get gone.