Breathe in the air, come back to life,
The short death of sleep, dreams the real heaven,
Or hell if a nightmare is giving you strife,
I find both of mine of late offer no haven.

If a dream, it just reminds me of what I want,
Things I can't have, doing things I could never do,
Nightmares to me are just life with a slant,
Scenarios, of failure that just seem destined to come true.

My escapes are all gone, and now I can't run,
I have to face my thoughts, like David to the giant,
So difficult, I find comfort in the thought of the gun,
Take it all away, never thinking, emotions running rampant.

But I wish not cause pain, and that takes a lot,
I am the pincushion of life, and take it with grace,
I will either survive, or break, a troublesome thought,
Bridges I will cross, and challenges I will have to face.

Welcome to the day, now go to work,
Wash it down with memories and friends,
Tell all the ways my mind can fork,
Go to sleep, then wake up, it never ends.