by Lisa Pickering

Created on: May 08, 2008

In my dreams the world awakens
minutes fly and time races.
My restless mind leaves me tired,
exhausted, roaming the night unguarded.

Ideas spawned in an evenings sleep,
the images clear, the layers deep.
Pictures speak in many tongues,
catching my breath before it leaves my lungs.

In the changing days I find my ways,
in the longest hour I am led astray.
Midnight strikes the lonely clock,

my blood boils while my chest unlocks.

Never fear, what is near. Hold in your heart, everything dear.

In my dreams the world shifts,
to the edge over many cliffs.
The pillow holds my clumsy head,
sleeping the sleep of the dead.

Wrapped in my mind the evening wanes,
all these nightmares and no one to blame.
Spastic chaos traps my soul,
nowhere to run and nowhere to go.

In the changing days my heart is led astray,
for every minute I will pay.
Midnight strikes and I am done,
waiting endless hours for the sun.

Never fear, what I hold dear. In my mind everything is clear.

Shadows bring out my very worst,
everythings crazy, feels like I'm cursed.
Sound invades my simple sleep,
unknown hopes run very deep.

Dress up days gone away,
fast goes the ever-changing days.
In a moment everything is wrong,
too soon all I love is gone.

So long I endure as the night continues,
a restless spin on a timeless ritual.
Shed no tears, all is clear. In my head are all my fears.

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