Living the Dream

I went to school with no pants My skin crawled alongside the ants Laid down and drifted through a river of halls And answered a myriad of empty calls With no phone in my hand No ground to stand On. And on and on and on, The bottomless pit goes on. After the eternity lasted a second, Preached a speech and meant it, But what was said? What did I say? And in the same day, A different setting Ounces from bed wetting, The crowd grows dark as they reach for my head. Face the bloodlust of the restless undead. Aware of my blanket as it tangles, constricts, It seizes my being and the only light lit Suddenly captured by a cold, creeping claw. That is the sweat that slinks down my jaw. Awoken, I cast cotton corpses off me And brushed the ants off my head, shoulders, knees. I know it now, over as it seems Alas I rise every day to live that dream.