Sleep clouds my mind
Words I have never spoken
At the tip of my tongue
I am exhausted
Yet I just woke up
Imaginary islands
Off in the distance
Begin to melt away
Colours blend together
Like thoughts heavy with fatigue
Echoing voices, barely whispers
Sound like the sirens
Of the dream police
And all the little god-children
Wave goodbye
As I sail away
To the Waking World
And as I near the horizon
The crew abandons ship
For they fear
What's on the edge
I refuse to look back
At the cowards
Instead I look
Dead ahead
I will not let them know
That I realize
The Waking World is full
Of nightmares