By wordley |
Date: 2002 Jun 26
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Sleep...a wonderous state of being...but when the mind isn't happy, a mine field.|
Sleep...where the impossible is real, where things don't always go where you planned,
Sleep...where, when I dream of you I can never say what I mean,
Sleep...where, when I dream of you I can never do that which is right,
Sleep... where, when I dream of you I can be with you, and then you're with someone else,
Sleep... where I hide, whilst in the real world you play your games of deceit,
Sleep... whilst you tear my world to pieces, and shatter all my dreams,
Sleep... my last refuge from you, where you become just a bad dream....
Sleep...to the weary heart, rest..the weary mind, refuge...and the tormented soul,...peace.