Poem 031 - Tired...
Starring at the computer screen. Things flash by without being seen. Reactions slow. Mind starts to go. Must keep from falling asleep. Damn those tempting sheep. Sandman sprinking his magic dust. But stay awake I must. Fairies dance about my head, Urging me to go to bed. Dreams merge with what is real. The underpants gnomes begin to steal. I become lost in a far off place. See a person, but can't see their face. Begin the chase. My heart begins to race. Vision is blurred. The cheshire cat purred. What is real and what is not. Fantasy blends with thought. Is it real or is it fake. The place I go to when not awake. Suddenly the 'real' world seems to be unreal. Dreams give you so much more to feel. Flash from fear to joy. Remember days as a boy. I have no time for time. Fading into the sublime. Open my eyes. Back to my surprise. I travelled so far. Ripped back without a scar. But still I wonder, is this the dream. Nothing is every as it may seem. Written February 3rd, 2002 © on Feb 03 2002 10:39 AM PST 10 • 0
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"Starring at the computer screen...."