Planning a future
Into the early hours,
Deliberating each step,
Considering the flaws.

Should it be this,
Or maybe it’s that?
We dare not go wrong;
It’s no longer a game
We play in the night
As we hug tight to sleep
Dreaming of us
In sleep’s darkest deep.

Seeing a future
In the midst of a dream
Is like seeing rows of
endless open doors.

Left or right?
Which one to choose?
They all look the same.