Broken Dreams
Sunshadows,
for I wish not to
wake.
But rather
to sleep within the
light of night.
Why would I choose to sleep
when it means to live?
For I would rather wake, and
Dream.
For dreams are life
where life is death.
In dreams, all is not.
There is no it,
for the mind cares lot
over nothing.
And when dreams become
death, and hopeless,
one must just sleep again,
so they can wake up.
