What is a nightmare
but to wake

and its over?

What is a daydream
but to wake within the sun?

of stretched fantasies
is that how my mind runs?

the quiet sound of birds
crush the hidden fear

of what I don't know
do I care

with empty paper
no pen to bear

just what do I care

all around
the sound of here

keeping pace
with systems of grace

pure
sure

of my mind
lurks around me
for more

whispering
taunting

yet haunting
my stumbled feet
move

to only write within my head

naked of writing

stripped

to fall

upon my bed