Wondering...

I am asleep, I wander through a shore,

I feel touches of a wind, I can taste an overflow,

The breath is lost, the eyes are shut,

Waters shall take my solid up.

I am asleep, I'm climbing cliffs,

I made it to the top,

Last step the arm slips, weightlessness,

I hear a sound of a cracking bone.

I am asleep, I'm walking by a solar street,

Yet I'm bumping into iceberg,

How was I swept completely off my feet,

If it's someone else's craftwork?

I am awake, I travel through my sense,

I wonder why I feel no scare,

To endure death seems of less offence

Than to face a glance of one who doesn't care.