In Delight

One occupant of the human consciousness,
One desultory, dumb distraction,
And we are lost in satisfaction,
In loss of binding and loss of traction,
In giving up what keeps us stable,
In the thrill of living by reaction.

My, my how we can forget
The world's each and every threat,
As we float about without the slightest care,
Or worry or fear of burdens near,
Burdens far, and burdens past,
They're not here, they couldn't last

The journey from where your body stands
Still obeying earthly hands,
While you escape like feathered birds,
To a place created by fantastic words,
A wonderful, magical, blissful impression,
A haven made of your mind's digression.

And here you remain a happy soul,
Untouched by reality's toll.

Dwell in delight, until your final freeing breath.