Jul 13, 2016

The Zs That Would Be

There is poison in the air
And in the bed that one sleeps
As he tossed around, and moaned;
Dreams can be a dangerous place to be

He pants and he runs
Catching up and fleeing away
Yet still the dreams are of many
And of that many, all of the same thing

Perspiring paranoia and gasping desperation
Of failing probables and infinite misery
But every nightly terrors he dreams oh he dreams
For if he dreams enough, his world is his.

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