Adrift in Space

Eyes set on the dark ceiling,

A fresh spot begins to emerge.

Is it really something new?

Or is my eyes playing tricks on me like always?

Maybe I've been looking at the ceiling for too long,

Kept my head held up a bit too high,

I just want to lay down now.

Its puzzling somehow,

My relaxed limbs seem to contradict

The nonstop whirring of my thoughts.

Ah, my vision is getting blurry, finally

Perhaps tonight I can drift easily in the void of my dreams.