The Past

My emotions make me fly, when I'm not overdosing.

I don't want to fall too deep in this dimension.

Did I mention any tension on a level of pretention?

No exemption from these feels and this affection.

While staring at my mirror, I be seeing a reflection,

And be reflecting on my past;

This thing that lasts a mere eternity,

That's filled with but a certainty.

This thing that's always there,

And this thing that is alerting me.

But what do I make of these thoughts deeper than a lake?

Would they flood my mind so much if I stayed asleep, not wake?