Psychedelic

Illusions of the mind.

Psychedelic

I close my eyes, listless.
Sleep evades me.
No words can sharpen my mind.
Thoughts are erratic;
Illusions, decorated with colors
That whisper; like ribbons of my soul.
I sense a train, vibrating;
The speed of a cyclist
Racing the triathlon.
I am there:
Pushing,
Working,
Heart races, mind focused
Endurance.
I open my eyes,
Legs heavy with the weight of eternity.
I cannot move.
Trees swell above me,
Sky turning to dusk.
The looming night will be long,
Until I awaken
Once again.