Dome Of Memories

Scared to enter into,

This place I have been led.

I am coming close,

But I am stuck on the edge.

I have been here for a while,

Not sure why, but I am waiting.

And as I sit here,

It is constantly reshaping.

Never seeming to for long,

Ever stay the same.

Little things here and there,

But still, it has changed.

It does not feel dangerous,

Yet I am not quite at ease.

Seems to be nothing more,

Than a dome of memories.

It is not what I asked for,

And maybe it is not what I want.

Still I can not shake the feeling,

That it is where I belong.

I am telling my mind to leave,

But I am unable to move my bones.

There is an undescribable feeling that this,

Is in some way where I belong.