He knew he needed to hit the sack.
But there was this pressure in the chest and in the nape.
And he started to sweat.
In a snap of a finger he got lost,
Lost in his dreams.
One moment he was in a vast ocean, swimming aimlessly.
The next time he was a construction crew,
Pulling and pushing, he did not know.
Then he was at the circus, playing clown.
Smiling facade yet the real face is sad.
Suddenly he became a bird. Flying high, looking down.
Feeling free.
He is lost.
But definitely not gone.
Come back.
Come back.