Comfort
Is a recorded scene
A personal slice
Of a pleasant dream
Harmoniously shifting
Away the obscene
To the whole it does not mean
Anything
But to the individual it is pure
Sacred
Clean

Each day is a recorded act
Routinely rewound and played back
Apathetically drifting to the same track
Silently existing to all but the abstract
Minded.

So far reigns the protagonist
If a little monotonous
So stage left the antagonist
Orchestral cacophonous
Agent of discord, comfort's anarchist
But wait this is not accurately synonymous
With no intent of being truly reflectionist

Life then, is a recorded play
An assortment of comforts
To get through a day

You assign all the characters
You set every scene
Most importantly you choose
Nightmare or dream