Numbing style pace

Dreams inhabit the space unknown
bits of the memory, a time I've flown
jets to the surface volumes of light
stars bright the sky in the darkness of night
left are the hanging and stuff that's a drag
a world that's empty to one with no lag
open the eye the one in the middle
lost is the weight and dropped is the riddle
floating in darkness that's blinding my eyes
lifting the senses exposing the ties
free is this dream but only in space
floating outside of my numbing style pace