This dream is reoccurring,
Not once has it left my subconscious,
Implanted permanently in my brain,
         And the thoughts, they race,
                   My voice can only scream for so long.

Trapped inside my cortex,
I am a prisoner of my own world,
Running endlessly through the rain,
        And my eyes, they can not open,
                  My subliminal messages are too strong.

The words are always so exact,
But the meaning I can never find,
Searchingly hopelessly on this plane,
        And my legs, they grow so tired,
                 My endurance is completely gone.

So confused with my inner being,
What move should I make next?
This ceaseless battle will make me insane,
        And I fear, there is no end,
                 **I cannot compete this long.