Dream Junkie
My eyes closed, my mind rests but only for a couple of minutes.
I am off to a deep sleep or dream land as it called. I love the state I am in I can't get enough.
I tell that inner voice please, stop, don't wake me up. I love it here I can do what I want I am addicted to not waking up.
The sandman is the dealer of this addicting drug.
This poem is about:
Me