Dreams Ignite into Fire

For long I have slumbered;

plundered dreams mortifying my soul.

In truth, sleep is staggering:

I wake in a scampering sweat,

plastering rhymes together to distract my jabbering mind.

Dreams are the invader of sleep.

They let all your worries creep,

and counting sheep turns into outpacing tears or fears.

Sometimes in dreams, I fall.

I fall into reality, where I can’t rest

through an invisible crescendo of hell; the pest,

abreast with all the worries of the day that you try to best,

but you can’t escape the crow’s nest.

Restlessness rips you from limb to limb,

with dreams that seem very grim

as you try to swim through the current of fire.

What are these dreams?

Simple.

The ones I love ignore me, or

I am transported into a life, free, or

some dreams have an unstoppable force I must flee.

Failure.

But it’s just tricks. Nobody is to blame but me.

I want to breathe.

I want to breathe I want to breathe I want to breathe I want to breathe I want to breathe I want to breathe I want to breathe I want to breathe I want to breathe I want to breathe I want to breathe I want to breathe I want to breathe I want to breathe I want to breathe I want to breathe I want to breathe I want to breathe...

I have slumbered upon sleep.

Let me be free; let me live.

I am now fire. The Phoenix rises once more; I am alive.

Dreams are my inspiration. The morning dawns.

But pride only works for so long.