05.03.09

I'm afraid to sleep, again.
Freightened of the turns and twists that lie ahead.
Will you be my friend or enemy?
I guess, we'll just have to see...
Fade to dream...

Painted masques on abstract figures.
Dance the waltz; Sway each way.
The ballroom spins as the floor drops.
Where's the translator to tell it's meaning?
The band plays on... The conductor's leaving...

The image blurs as the scene's changed.
I'm out in the ocean, alone I float.
There's no ship for rescue.

Wake me up.
I can't keep sleeping.
These scenarios are various creations,
Of thetta waves made to decieve.
Though, is reality better than this?
Take a guess...