This poem talks about sleep and the two doors we open when we're asleep-Dreams & NightmaresYour hands are holding your face,
And you’re eyes are droopy.
A sweet lullaby sings in your head,
Whispering you to close your eyes.
Your chances are of vain,
As your eyes finally drop,
And you’re mind drifts far away
You then enter the realm of your imaginations,
Where your mirages are met.
Your swift as the mind’s vast
And you see everything in a split.
You’re in your own oblivion,
Where you face the light and love,
And defend the dark and sorrow.
Anything can happen in this world you rule,
Where spirits come alive in your heart’s desire.
Sometimes a wrath comes by,
And gives you an unpleasant dream.
You try and you hide,
But it’s still behind you,
As loyal as it followed you in the day.
Even though you know,
That you can never get away from it,
You’re still it’s creator-
And it’s still in your world.
‘Snap!’ You open your mind and rub your eyes,
And proceed with life - like nothing’d happened ever before.