The Perspective of the Introvert

I believe I imagined out of imagination.
Where trees dip low and look like animation.

Hills come into view and storms fall into drains.

Roads decay and ashes stray.

And we know that there is no need to be afraid,
But the way the world spins, these thoughts are made.

It's not a choice to be here,
It is miraculous.

Behind closed eyes,
Another world arrives.

And perhaps we're all drifting,

In and out

Of chaotic dreaming.