Dreamscapes Poem by Gulliver Gimble

I do not belong here.
I do not belong here.
I do not belong here.
This over shadowing.
Like death waiting.
I should have jumped.
I should have jumped.
I should have jumped.
Instead I stepped away.
Further and further away.
When the time is right.
When the time is right.
When the time is right.
I will light the way home.
Let my candle burn away.
Flickering solitude.
Is this truely what I think it is?
Dreamscapes?