sleep

Sleep is the frustrated twin of death
but when you wake
you have to deal with life again
and that is hard to take
I guess that's why the mornings are
the times that I dread most
'cause being in this body has
nothing on being a ghost

when I was a child I said
a prayer before I slumbered
that god would come and take my soul
should I die while I am under
but in truth my trust in him
had already been shaken
and nightmares of his creepy hands
would force me to awaken

I will never lose myself
because in dreams I see
that all of my experience
paints my reality
and underneath my consciousness
a spectacle of lights
illuminates a syncopated
version of my life