Sleep is hiding herself away from me
Day and night I search for her, precious sleep
I took a long walk for hours, thinking of nothing
But looking at all the corners, hoping to find her
Yet she was nowhere to be found
At the street corner I bought an old book
With the notion that it will bore me to sleep
At the front it says ” The man Died”, but it didn’t
Say who killed the dead man, so I read further
To find out at the end, that his dream died yet he lived
And I have a dream like the great speaker said
But how can I dream when I don’t sleep
Will I need a dreamer to dream on my behalf
And a dream interpreter to tell me my dreams?
Or will my dreams die like that of the man who died?
The heavier my heart, with my restless thoughts
Time creeps slowly away, with each day still the same
As worries and fear become my dreams
Turning me to a lonely man, with swollen eyes
As sleep turns her back on me and my dreams
