Lucid

I slept with my parents until twelve

Wedged between them, smug and sound

Used to having strange thoughts

Used to having odd dreams

It was not uncommon for me to suddenly wake unpleased

There once was a blue room;

A replica of our home

Underneath the stairwell

Where my one hundred pretend siblings used to roam

There lie portals;

Of grey and green

Swirling great masses

For jumps to different universes or anywhere in between

There was a maze;

A terrible, great big bad maze.

I felt as if I were floating with black and ivory flora

It’s a wonder I stayed sane

I would jolt awake at that, paralyzed with fright

My parents however, slept on, no qualm about my sights

I no longer consider any of these dire dreams

Instead longingly gazing at my cat, who now is the one that dreams

I’m glad that childish youth left as a faze;

But come to think of it, I never did escape the maze.