Though the Gates of Fate

In a dream, I fall,
Through a swirling abyss,
A trippy thrill,
That I cannot miss.

The world around me,
Is a blur of colors and shapes,
As I plummet downwards,
In a dizzying escape.

But fear is fleeting,
For in this dream, I know,
That I am safe,
And my fall is slow.

As I spiral through the void,
I am weightless and free,
A feeling of euphoria,
That washes over me.

In this trippy thrill,
Of falling in a dream,
I am lost and found,
In a mind's surreal theme.

For in this dream,
I am the master of fate,
As I fall and fall,
Through the gates of fate.