On my boat i named Bed,
With only tiredness and lullabies for provisions,
I sail at night; for that is the best time,
Into a sea of vivid images.

Always I am astounded,
by whimsical images,
or macabre nightmares,
Rising up and sinking down in soft waves
of dreams
and being teased by the wind.

I love escaping to sea
But I always have to come back to Day,
where Reality awaits
Sometimes I wish I could sail out far away
escaping Reality to the sea of dreams
and perhaps into the arms of Death
forever.

But my time is not yet
so best savour the night-time sails
and brace Reality in Day
One day I'll get to Death,
but not this day.