In to deep this mind now closed.
Resting eyes drowning slowly  in sleep.
Waiting for a dream at last.
Like  another life it comes .
One without the need to move .
And yet what are these tricks played on me by my own mind at night?
As it takes me away  without ever going anywhere.
And leting me do anything.
As it shows me thing I long to see or do.
As if it still somehow  knows the child I once was.
Where I always thought the world was my own.
Only too be forgotten by morning.
Where realty will find its way back.
And I will be back in the place it left me in.