wakeless hours

last night
i had an awkward dream

i watched
from the periphery

a billion colors
juxtaposed the emptiness
inside

flashing neon lights
composed a symphony
of silly scenes

i watched me
navigate through nothingness

what hazard
could i not foresee

every garish word
a symbol

simple
in its reverie

the joyous jubilation
which exuded
from my jury

was enough
for one to witness

without warranting
a welcome home

still
i stood
a watcher

witless

waiting
to succumb to torment

what lay dormant
in those wakeless hours

i will
not ever know