Like a caterpillar in its cocoon
I was sleeping under the moon.
To the sleep, I lost myself
Like to the sea, the sun cede himself.
Suddenly the light knocked open my eyes
To show the surgeons standing beside.
To scoop my eyes out, they were preparing,
I am dead, they must be thinking.
I wanted to scream and run
But I was too stunned.
They saw me moving when
Slammed hammer in my head.
When incision was about to made
I woke up dead scared.
Out of the tent I crawled
Desperate for the air
On the sun kissed sand I fell.
It was just a dream I thanked
But bleeding head of mine clanked.
