Somnambulist

I’m so tired

of dreaming.

A second life

just as demanding

as the first.

I just want

to lay my head down

without having to

participate.

 

So sick of this;

whatever it is.

Parallel universe,

or just synapses

firing wildly

in the night.

Sewing crazy tapestries.

I never was the type

who wanted any more

than this world.

 

I just want

to close my eyes

and fall forever.

If I wake,

let me be rested;

whole.

Not struggling

to pick up

all these pieces

of some shattered world.

 

Just lay me down

and leave me alone

to sleep.

Dream worlds

are for dreamers

and I

am no adventurer.

 

Too tired

to lay claim

to the subliminal.

Even my pen drifts, now

in between the waking

and the secret world.

 

HG – 2017