Dreaming In Circles

It’s always dark at 3 a.m. in July,
walking a midnight mile with the moon
as my companion.

I let my mind
wander ahead of me, leashed
with headphones fueling each step with
only the best Scandinavian metal.

I walk
in circles,

dreaming of conquering
this reality once the sun comes
screaming high over the hills.

But will I?
…ever?

Consciously dreaming,
I return home
with heavy eyes
and heavy feet

to ambitiously dream,
until noon or later.