sleeping the last dream I had
waking to this nightmare
a tiring existence
a fool led to the water by an invisible hand
screaming to let the dream become reality
a falling feeling
slipping away to the downpour
drenched in my own thought
thoughts which are nothing at all
tired throughout I sit
awaiting the sleep to come and release
the sleep I can deal with
the night is not long enough for the sleep to set me free