i walk under artificial trees
painted in artificial light
along an artificial lake
praying to somehow breathe
as I drown in hatred
i am lost
wandering aimlessly
now starved of wondrement or whimsy
i wish prayer could bring me solace
or the air hurtling around me as I fall
i come to terms with the fact
the sky above me will never meet my fingertips
i watch the lights dance above me
listen to the music around me
and feel nothing
i want to walk no longer
i want to be whisked away quietly
and wake up into a dream