Apartment 26

I tread the field again
and awake myself with my intentions.
as my deep sleep subsides
I do my best not to disrupt the rest.
my shape relies upon
a kick to the head, but I'm safe
oh no, it seems as though a thought just leaked out.
I see something, a smoke blurred vision
of preconceived notions. stop the snap-around with twisting action.
I feel it kicking at my head
trying to tell me
not to let up where I stand, now.
well, I tell you...
I tend to fall apart
when I end up in this situation.
watching the passing time
I hope we can escape the t.v. set.
all clues are telling us
we could have turned left at the last light.
oh no, I think I've gone and let another thought out.