Endless Sleep

I dream a dream of endless sleep

For sleep holds no reality

And awakening I find a sadness there-

I’ve realized my own mortality.                                                                                   

In sleep I touch my deepest thoughts

And touch my deepest fears.

I understand the hardest things

Yet awake to foggy tears.

Why can I not do what I dream?

It all seems to end in sorrow.                                                                                                          

I hear my inner silent scream

Of facing a tomorrow.

In my dream of endless sleep,

I find there is no reality.

For I awake into another land

That has little mentality.

I surround myself with infinite ecstasy

Knowing what I feel-

Only wishing that in my world,

These thoughts could become real.

Screaming out for something true,

I end my nightly bliss. 

Wanting to do nothing more in a day

Than to constantly reminisce.

My mind finds something more

Than this ever-living strife.

It finds the emotions behind each day,

In my tranquil yet torture-ridden life.

Wanting in life what my dreams do hold,

I tightly cling to rest.

For once my mind has woken up,

My emotions do protest.

In my endless sleep of dreams,

I have no future to know.

And what I find in place of that

Is what my mind can show.

I understand the faceless clouds

And the sky, and the moon, the stars…

But my revelations are concealed in shrouds

When I awake to find veracity’s scars.

The truth is wherever you can search and find

And, yes, I find mine in dreams.

The sleep in which I engulf my mind

Is reality, it seems.

(…Or perhaps it’s just a wish that’s left me blind.)

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