The cold breeze caressed my skin,
I felt tingling sensations all over,
I was putative to be conscious
I realized it was all phantasmagoria

When I woke up to reality
I never wanted to come alive
That world is what I crave
I would rather dream always

The images were so real
The characters so persuasive
I tried to persuade myself
Now, I know they were shadows

It was bliss, I must tell you
Don’t be deceived or mesmerized
Wake up and face reality
It is better to be in a state of Tranquility
When you are in a state of Solitude

Emeka Oji-Dike (April, 2017)