Insomniac

I close my eyes. I’m drifting from reality.
Floating high above. Into my next dream.
I feel a flush of peace. The relax sets in.
It’s like a slow drunk walking on the ocean floor.
It’s like breathing flowers in a heaven scent.

But just when I’m getting close, the air gets dense.
Suddenly I crash fast past the clouds .
It’s the beginning of the end .
I shake myself out.
That’s when my panic sets
in.
How did I get back here?
How did I leave it all again?
If sleep is just a dream,
Then give me my sin again.