The Somnambulist

March 9, 2015

I am a somnambulist,

sleepwalking through life.

When I look around,

all I see is dreamy darkness.

The darkness never turns miserable,

and no one ever dies.

Death is nothing when I sleepwalk,

I never have to cry.

Perhaps I never wanted to leave that dreamland,

it's more than perfect.

People say to never say never,

but sometimes never is my favorite word.

I never want to leave,

I never feel alone,

and I never want to wake up.

But sometimes hopes weigh as much as wishes.

Eventually I come to a stop,

eventually I have to fall,

eventually I trip over something,

And all my dreams are torn away.

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