Drifting

I walk these halls beneath the ocean

Through these tombs of memory

Drift along within the current

A thousand miles deep

Hot one ventricle, cold aorta

Pump through these ancient coral streams

Exploring the passages pure and sordid

Of my fantasies and dreams

The phosphorescent spectral reflections

Of all my memories

Then turn the path of recollection

To luminescent fantasy

I traverse these passageways to enter

Vestibules of relic ghosts and those that will never be

I need these moments to find my center

When ethereal’s more real than the world around me

And I just need this moment so I can breathe