Astral Projection

Dead To Fall
Cityscapes collapsing
Faces on the wall pounding and asking
"Where is your purpose?"
Spiraling out of control
Leaning in, screaming indistinguishable words
To the tune of the last thoughts
I can control time
Down the road appears a familiar light
Sped up to slow down the journey through the night
A catapult launching me without gravity
Shooting me from earth
A calming familiarity
I can control time
I can control time
Losing my grip
As I begin to float
Dive beneath the ocean in her eyes.
The call of sirens tears into me
No lifeboat to carry me home
Trusting in the tides of time
They take control and I give in
Pulling me into the open sea