My sleeping mind cannot contain
All that my waking mind soaks up
Dreams turning into lucid experience
All colors, sensations too intense to categorize
Wind down inside of me
Concentrated awareness of my subconscious obliviousness
I wish that I could weave them all together
Like tall grasses woven into baskets
Strong, unbreakable, able to withstand the heavy weight
Of my spirit
Instead I leak through the seams, tear through edges
Five a.m. cannot keep me
My thoughts scatter
Drifting in and out