I close my eyes
but cannot sleep
death stalks my every turn
If I fall asleep, could I not wake up?
If sleep captures me, could it hold me in its embrace
until slumber captures my very soul?
I open my eyes
but cannot wake
ghosts haunt my waking hours
If I wake, will I be able to carry on?
If light shakes me to full awareness, will I have to let go of dreams
wisping through the light of day?
I shake my head
to clear the gauzy tendrils
of illusion clinging to my mind
If I don't sleep now, how will I rejuvenate my soul?
If I don't dream now, how will I know when I've attained them?
If I don't wake now, how will I ever expect to make a difference?
If I don't live now, when do I ever truly expect to?
