It's the continual opening of the eyes that disappoints, not that sleep brings peace, but it's the momentary reprieve from life's clenched fist, and it's ruthless apathy.
Life is a toss of the coin, a roll of the dice. Often, it's snake eyes. As a kid, I always thought that everything would be alright. Now I see the randomness of it all.
I'm always trying to get back to Eden. Sometimes, the dreamer in me forgets the futility. The banishment is forever.