Sleep Walking

I felt cold, but I was relaxed.

I felt weightless, but I was walking.

I felt insecure, but I kept on going.

I felt damaged, but I pushed myself.

I felt darkness, but darkness cannot be the end;

Where am I going?

Why am I so relaxed?

What are all these emotions?

Am I sleep walking?

Open your eyes,

Open your eyes,

Turn around,

Go back to bed.

No, there are no eyes.

No, there is no body.

No, there is no bed.

This is the dead end.

I have to stop;

But you stopped, moments ago;

I felt dead and I am dead.