From time to time,
we inundate in a euphoric stupor,
leaving behind it all as we traverse
through the stars, and the universe

Nothing matters anymore, when you're up there
Your family, your work, your friends, your love, your life
All that matters is the silver screen,
an anesthetic made of dreams

When it wears off,
when it's all over,
you awaken and open your eyes
and back down you go,
into reality and Earth
with the dream's demise