Surreal at Best

I began by noticing a line slicing the sand,
And in my eyes were hail,
A buzzing rose from the ground,
Leaking door and drooping ceiling,
Melting mountains,
Mirrored eyelids in the attic,
And why you aren’t ashamed of the progress you’ve made,
Floating ethereal mind into the ground,
Dreams like we are made of these,
Inside of outside,
Bleak and leaking through my hands,
And these are my eyes,
Orbiting in space throughout and without a chase,
Caress the nights luminescence, feel, touch the sky’s gift,
But, are you drifting in yourself?
Did you notice when we twirled that way,
The way the sea spun,
And society toppled down,
We gave what we knew and took nothing,
I felt with my hands instead of a coin,
All the days you shook from the trunk,
And the stories you obeyed,
Mindlessly, astray, topple down my wall,
Awaken me.