Nightmares. Real life scenarios, plays, perform in my mind when I sleep.
Sleep. Can I even call it so ?
When all I get is a restless night of battling consciousness with strangled dreams.
Awoke unsure,
Which my reality is beneath the rising sun
A future. Can I see it ? Or can I dream it ?
I'm most unsure whether I can live it.
People surround me, confronted by choice of country or course,
Why can't I have a less influential choice
I think about it, rational in my mind
Choosing of crisps or chilled white wine
I stand from foot to foot, the argument they both posses
Choosing neither, I wait in middle waters
Doing nothing, neither, none
Empty while combusting,
I am so full