Hamstrung

I saw
cannons firing in the sky.
I watched the spectacle with my father.
There was one that landed too close.
We tried to run for our dear lives,
but we froze in time.
The whirlpool above us
sucked us inside.
A string snapped,
the dream vanished.   
 
Our reality
is a reductionist tale
of the insecurities of the gods.
Millions of them
walk in and out of our dreams
trampling the canvas,
setting off a mindless stampede.
We survive
because of our myopia.
We open our eyes
and we forget everything.
Anyone with the mental capacity
to think beyond
or to remember more than they should
either goes insane,
kills himself,
or becomes a philosopher.