Sanctuary

I can’t think of simple questions*
asking for where we are speeding to.
I’m floating on unseen rivers,
on pulses of light,
while trying to hide
sincere emotions.
This is my sanctuary,
The place where I hide
in secrecy.
Neglecting those I love,
feeling hypnotized.
The two-dimensional gates,
that’s where I feel alive.
My hereabouts unknown,
anonymous ID.
Wherever I do roam
the day is the enemy.