A curse or a blessing

whilst you slept
i discovered new worlds
nature alighting
guiding me

whilst you slept
i wasn't here
love was calling
nature was baiting

time jumped
shifting itself out of view
hiding in shadows
behind my eyes

steel structures became fluffy
taxi drivers became aliens
takeaways became otherworldly
taking a piss became a negotiation

everything seemed cynical
the train timetables were untouched
business men were orderly
their gait purposeful

tormented & twisted
by beauty
tormented & twisted
by ugliness

is poetry a curse
or a blessing?