Words Of A Mircale

Sleep

I lay down tonight,
Gazing at the stars so bright,
But it's not the stars that shine,
It's their shadows finally stepping into the spotlight,
Finally getting their notion to shine,
Brighter than all the stars that take up the night,
But it's as I gaze into the stars,
Invisioning me leaping on top of mars,
Speeding around tracks while still being behind bars,
You bundle my dreams in a tiny little jar,
Hoping they'll never break the glass seal,
Which is meant to kill,
Before letting the blood spill,
Or shall I say letting it fill,
We walk through the path of sleep on the verge of it,
Just wondering whatever will become of it,
Watch as I leap on the stars,
We'll see how far,
I get before crashing the waves,
And facing the burning flames,
Feeling the wrath that can't be tamed,
But who is to blame?
For this terrible fate I became,
But I'll never feel the shame,
Cause in my dreams it's my commands,
And the world doesn't matter cause there is no land,
Only my mind,
Where there is no such thing as time,
No car payments or fines,
Wondering which day to take or what should be mine,
Copying invisionments like a black and white mime,
Taste the sourness and crulety like a lemon marang bomb mine,
Or experience probably eight or nine,
Watch as I sleep again and again time after time,
Til....
I fall asleep for the last and final time. Goodnight.