Sleep??… Yeah I remember it, it used to be quite nice
Unconsciously soft and warm, after thoughts as cold as ice
A place to retreat in safety, behind the walls of our minds
Escaping the waking world, untethered by it’s binds
Free to wander, deep within, explore by way of dream
Random, sorting thoughts, forming prose in psyche’s gleam
Displace what’s thought as norm, in a technicolour blaze
A one off show, with no repeat, just fading into haze
Perils faced, dangers quashed, with not a hint of fear
It’s almost like the child inside knows nothing’s real in here
A liberating playground, untouched by daylight’s lies
A place I long to find.. If I could only close these eyes.

Billy 6/4/14Image


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