I lay in bed restless
The anxieties of life get to me
As I lay there, thinking
I decide to close my eyes
As I feel the flow of my fan hits my face
It brushes back my hair,
As if
I was outside
I hear it move the flag on my wall
I can hear the metal plated hole hit the nail
The clinking of that reminds me of a horse
As it runs
I open my eyes to see the nail
Smashed into the dull brick
It's just the flag
No horses
Just my imagination..
I close my eyes again
Maybe I can get lost in my imagination again
The flow of the fan
Hits my face
And brushes back my hair
Just like wind
It feels as though my eyes are open
As if I am in a field
On top of a horse
My horse is running
It's Hoofs clack in the ground
Though, it's gentle
It's and easy ride
But the clinking gets more violent
It scares me so my imagination was slurred
My eyes shoot open to reality once again
I see my flag again.
Hitting the nail.
That is smashing into my brick wall.
I can't escape reality it seems..
