Perchance.

I stepped outside to watch the Sun crown the Earth in colour,

at last.

For these daunting yet trivial feats will one day haunt me.

Be it by my own hands or chance.

I cannot shake these lucid dreams-

I can no longer resist them.

It's as though with every slumber I awaken evermore encased in glass.

But how I long-

To step outside instead of only

peer into the world nestled behind it.

What appeals to me,

is to slip away slowly like a caterpillar stirring in it's sleep only to awaken as a butterfly-

while the world watches.