A lung fills with gasping breath,
a halt in the throat
(like a train quickly stopping)
You don’t remember where you are.
You were just in a far away place
Where harmony reaches you
Or chaos consumes you
(This is the garden of our minds).
Here we can travel through time
We hold onto sensation,
We create stories
(are we aware of what they mean?)
Can feel so real,
You can almost lose yourself here.
(do you enjoy the privacy of living in your mind?)