Eyes closed,
Mind at peace.
Now I'm relaxing at a park,
Watching the geese.
Here comes a man,
An angry looking man.
And suddenly I'm awake,
Of sleep I am no longer a fan.
My heart is racing,
I am gasping for breath,
It takes a moment for reality to set in:
I have not yet met death.
I calm myself down,
Returning to my sleep.
It takes a while for me
To stop counting sheep.
Now I am skating,
Gliding across a thin beam high in the sky,
But I have now fallen,
And I don't want to die.
My heart is racing,
I am gasping for breath,
It takes a moment for reality to set in:
I have not yet met death.
I hate these tantalizing visions,
So close to being dreams.
They love to make me happy,
Then laugh at my screams.
I shake it all off,
Every weak try and attempt.
I pretend like I am normal,
Like I'm not a wimp.
I'm in a beautiful forest,
With birds in tall trees,
But when it all catches fire,
I collapse to my knees.
My heart is racing,
I am gasping for breath,
It takes a moment for reality to set in:
I have not yet met death.
