There is a perimeter all around,
no wall to touch,
color to see
or boundary to cross,
yet a center exists.

Alone in spatial occupancy,
facetious answers to factual questions,
scenarios with past and present characters,
awareness of the unknown
doubting the obvious.

Synaptic impulses bridge the gap
allowing continuance of reality.
Dreamscape and imagination
are both friends and foe
without timetable or clock to punch.

Endless rules, restrictions, possibilities,
a path seldom found
though taken down a road
of infinite destinations
from time to time.