God,

I'm going to need a shrink,
living close to the corner where
that shadow lives.
I have a pound of flesh, a pack
of thoughts, and a bag of ****.

Every time I sleep,
I'm taking that leap,
About to take another risk,
whether this time I'll wake up
from that dream.

I'm in a shell,
in a deep sea of thought.
Swimming back to myself,
swimming back to shore.

My eyes are wet,
from that ocean dream.