Is it fear that prevents me from shutting my eyes?
If so the fear of what? Dreams and subconscious lies?
Do I really dread what awaits in slumber so much?
Or am I and myself falling out of touch?
Perhaps it's not sleeps' thrall that pains me so.
But that the sooner I fall the quicker a new day will follow.
In this limbo fighting exhaustion I have no new stress
With a new day dawning comes life and it's associated mess
And so I will relinquish my hold on this waking plane
Time to wash away sorrows in the lakes where the wild things reign
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