Walk through nightmare

Blindfolded I walk on green grass
Fantasized by what the big future has
So many hands to support and I'm free
Until I trip and realise it's a dream

As I awaken and balance,stumble at every step eerily
The bright green grass turns to poison ivy
Gravity and bad ideas get hold of me
I escape away with toxic chemicals that make me flee

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Interesting psychological portrait here. Sounds like a recurring phenomenon, in which case help is needed.