Imagine that

I was thinking about an imaginary
situation. Daydreaming. Staring off
into space. Processing some wishes
In my way I was probably scheming
to achieve something in the real world
But keeping it safe. With a happy ending
Without risk. Nothing depending on it
Because I do believe the world exists
aside from me. Everything out there
persists even if I reach out and touch it
As I also believe I can alter my immediate
Surroundings. Even though I see it resists
a deeper understanding. So I pretend
to know it. And I imagine I can wend
my way through its distant mysteries
Those less immediate perplexities that offend
the integers and hopelessly shroud our histories
in darkness. So I stay in the light
I try not to go beyond the visible horizon
And I hope something appears in the sunset
Because that is what I am thinking, dreaming
That here, if I am sinking into darkness
I must only touch the light. The world
that surrounds me. To keep it in my sight
And respect its greater place. That at night
before I take the needed sleep and spin
my happy endings and trust it will all begin
again, that my significance, that my right
to exist, is not a fantasy.