A Poem:


Asleep is the greatest thing man can aspire to be,

To want is to dream, and dream I say, freely

Fly through the heavens, sail seas,

Your thoughts an ocean, your freedom the breeze,

What is your concern, whilst childishly you dream?

Not one care, one trouble, it seems!

Peace, that is what you will find here,

Save for the saddest, forgettable nightmare...

Yet onwards you go, looking to dream,

Continue, please, your desire shall speak.


Dream. Until finally.

You wake from.

Your everlasting sleep.