14 May 2012

This pillow feels so soft.

These eyes they weigh so much.

But for some peculiar reason,

To the waking world I clutch.

There is no logic for it.

My mind won't simply still.

I'm going out of my head.

These thoughts I'll have to kill.

I'll try to think of nothing,

But that never ends up so.

Until finally I meet peace...

And off to dream I go.

OddDream • Opuss № I