It would wake me up in the middle of the night,
But oxygen deprivation keeps me under.
The splinter in my mind
is starting to scab over.
A mild irritation gets inflamed from time to time.
Always find the ointment and squeeze out the tube.
Drown out the voice that tells me I'm wrong.
Put a pillow over my face whenever my eyes might open.
Get this all down, let it all out,
Then crumple it up and throw it away.
Pander and wonder and fantasize
about what it might be to live a life,
Then go back to sleep because dreams are free.
Reality's price is to try.