Yes I'm exhausted I never get enough sleep
I know there are rules, but I just want an escape
My mind is my pen and paper as my eyes slowly shut
I know I'm only dreaming I know this isn't real
My dreams display how I'd like to feel
They convey how I already feel
What I can't seem to write in real time
Is said in a dream
Sometimes I'm unaware
But most times I'm not because I crave the experience
I like to have control
I begin to realize parts of myself
I can see inside my own soul
In these moments there is peace
And undying light in my eyes
And even though I know that when I wake up
I'll always forget
That doesn't stop me from dreaming
That doesn't stop me from being
YOU ARE READING
State Of Consciousness
PoetryJust a compilation of my thoughts through poetry. Hopefully a song to match every poem. And maybe get someone through the day. It's a little sloppy but it's me.
