little lingering drops of hope
snuggling upon the back of my throat
squeezing me tight
as i wake up with fright
even in my dreams, i do not cope

dreaming about dreaming all day long
longing for my pillow and a quiet song
but once i lay down
my heart jumps around
and my brain tells me that i am all wrong

those walls always seem to be crumbling
while the cosmic glow is no longer humbling
soon tomorrow will come
with the rise of the sun
and my tummy will yet again begin grumbling

hopefully the cycle will shortly fade
when it doesn’t i’ll pretend and say
i’m doing fine
it’s not a sign
though my subconscious will again play the game

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