Out

I lay exhausted,
in a bed I've made,
praying to a god
that doesn't exist,
for sleep to claim me.
To escape
to a world
of waking dreams
where reality is not
and confusion reigns.
Where there is no goal
and no quest
and no outcome.
The abyss
where the mind floats
freely in a hazy
drifting weightlessness.
Where anything is nothing
and impossible is possible.
The only true freedom.