The water cascades and drips away,
Bouncing off the ground.
As I lay awake, afraid to sleep,
So safe and sound.
What is fear? What is clear?
In the dark, what makes no sound?
All around, the ground is drowned,
A future's never near.
It turns out dreams, are fickle things,
I never knew about.
What I see, is haunting me,
I guess i'll take a bow.

-N.C.