Poems from Dream Dancer
Some nights I lie awake haunted
By real truths and hideous lies.
I feel misled and thus daunted
By things which are kept from my eyes.
At...
I feel like rocking
Or, rolling
No, laying down
Sleeping
Then waking
And staying
One lonesome-bound
Dying
Rebirthing
I feel like a...
Why do I never get bored, you ask?Why do I never get cold?Why is my mind a safe haven for me?Why does my youth never get old?Because I can...