A drift, unsecured by any promises, A beckon that you can’t ignore, A swim into the plasma of your memories, You search your soul just to find more. Crisp reality that surrounds you Can’t cushion you from the dive you take, So you fall face first into the closest comfort Of a memory that forgot to break. Lights flicker around you, Just as fickle as you are, A question that you can’t answer, Leaves the world feeling way too far. You wrap your sack of answers, You’re guessing that you’re headed home, Then blown by the omniscience of your state, You’d rather be a memory alone.