I’m usually awake
During the midnights,
Drafting and planting
The seeds of creative
Ideas on the fertile pages,
And at times I feel soporific
When I look at the moving train,
Or stare out at the buzzing streetlamp,
Across the street, through my windowpane.
I close my eyes and let my pillow swallow me,
All of which turns my dream utterly horrific ~
Where I’m falling off the tallest building,
Or floating up towards the fiery ceiling.
And I wake up straight, explosively,
Letting the freaky dream to shatter,
And all that I look around for
Is a relieving glass of water.
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