DREAM DEPENDENCY


Counting sheep is for the meek, wrangling for sleep an all too familiar game

Lifetime wasted investing in insomnia, daily feature often entails what was the twilight pollution

Wracking the mind for rest just to be left writhing among wrinkled sheets, high speed neurons are hard to tame

Hands of a clock separate minutes like flower petals unfolding with the sun, moments turn to hours creating a grand illusion

Visions of sawing logs left us mired in  bogs, held down by a mental weight that may surely drive us insane

Remedies run rampant, rules to hit the rack,another pill to help us chill, managing melatonin is merely a delusion

Remain serene with sleep hygiene, naps renew but make it harder for patterns to maintain

Dream sequence should be more frequent, rotating r.e.m. cycles shifting sideways  needing to find a new  revolution

Exhaustion sets in a battle of whether the body or mind will win, that magic balance harder and harder to attain

Days run together as we lay in wait,  each mind a labyrinth lost to a busy haze, slumber should be soft not uncertain, will it always be an illusion. R.C.