Sediment

As I was lying there trying to sleep

I considered that I might be sediment at the bottom of the sea 

With no choice in the matter 

The perfect density of rock and sand 

Weighted to the floor with water pushing down from above 

What then for my life choices and inner voices 

If this is the end result regardless

If I open my eyes I’ll learn 

That this just an illusion 

But I can’t help knowing that imagining it

Is enough to know it exists