There is no remedy

Deep in the realms of the soul
Reaching a semi consious state
Yet feeling no sense of control
As mentally I drift to outer space, leaving earths gate

The energy is all around
Emotionally inside there is nothing
A notion of bliss to be floating from the ground
Always fantasizing for a answer to something

As if we are barely here
Not awake or a sleep
Just existing on another gear
Fantasy or reality which to keep?

Drifting to a non existant land
As if i'm flying
Passing a forest, river and sand
Moving at the speed of sound, while not even trying

Completely zones out
the eyes stairing for no reason
Creativity is running madly about
As summer slowly comes into season

What we know and what we believe
Is our preception of what may exist
It might relieve or decieve
The assumption of what is behind the foggy mist

Silence yet there is still noise
A message and a echo, nothing is seen or heard
Deliriousness with out a choice
The vision enters of a bird