Dreams Drop at Distance

Encased inside the walls of creation

The room his conscious is assigned to

When he looks at the windows 

His experience is reflected in reaction 

What he does, the room too

So at first he starts to rearrange it

It takes time and energy

So everything must be maintain

He then expands it 

Start to shape in what he thinks is his image 

Imagination granted from his father he hasn’t seen yet 

He’s only aware that he wants to grow 

So he begins learning what he needs

Becomes aware that as he stretches 

So does his room

If he goes hungry

His room growls too

He realized that his walls that he thought

Were not walls or a room

But what he learned from the “ears” 

Called a body

He realized all his movements were mimicked by this extension 

What he didn’t realize 

Was that his mind 

Was still stuck inside his room

A room he created 

That can change his perception 

If he chooses or not

So he didn’t see he was falling 

Into the depths of his own 

A pool of trauma he neglected 

That swallowed him whole

A hole he made peace with

And the piece he keeps close

To hold.