Maybe

Bright white lights,

Flickering,

Visions of time,

Flashing.

Darkness surrounds me,

As I hover in the

Emptiness, hollowness,

Why am I here?

I reason out.

I dig deep

Into the recesses of

My mind.

Why am I here?

When was the last

Time I stepped into

An expanse.

When was I last here?

Are these visions

Of my past escapades

Or my forthcoming mishappenings.

Maybe I’m dead,

Or am I dreaming everything,

I will only know

When caterpillars turn

Into Eagles