The Rocket Ship

Staring at the ceiling, melodies pouring into my eardrums, oh how brightly the synthetic stars shine.

The tune so gentle, it makes me feel like I'm flying through the universe. I can almost see it in my head. The track is so crisp, I can hear every detail.

The drums are pounding now, pounding in my ear. I think to myself, something is wrong. I think to myself, you overdid it this time. The music now fills me with dread, seeping its soundwaves into my emotions.

Now I'm falling, I'm falling and there's nothing I can do to stop it. I tell myself I need to take control, but it does no good. I am not in control. I've lost sight of the stars, and now I don't know the way.

My wandering mind went a thousand places in just a second. Some paths are better left untreaded, but I went anyway. I don't know who I am anymore, someone else is at the wheel. 

The song. The song is softer now. It soothes my ears, and in turn my mind, and I shove it all back down. I may not be in control but I have this song. I think this would be a good song to die to and let darkness take me.

Then I wake up. With the stars of the universe deep in the back of my mind, I start a new day. 

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