The Line

Grey skies hang like colored leaves in autumn.
A concrete jungle surrounds me as I sleep.
I dream I've just reached the bottom.
Of a dark ocean deep
And it's almost as if I've believed.
All the arguments and simple pleasures
Because in the nothing I've received
This exceeds all fair measures.
Unreal, eccentric, obscene
Describing words for what I've seen.
Adrenaline, fear, surreal
Describing words for what I feel
Then with such immense power I and the ocean
Were pulled away with a spiral sweeping motion.
And just when I thought this is it, I'm going to ascend.
I open my eyes and my dream did end.