Haunted by my past,
Troubled by my mistakes,
I crave that feeling of quietude,
Long to put my mind to rest,
Hoping to find a contented feeling,
Only achieved through dreaming.
Every night,
Stirring and spinning,
My mind unremittingly stressed,
My skeletons hanging near.
When will that day come,
I must no longer crave that feeling,
Simply achieved through dreaming?
