Don’t try, when you lay your head at night

the eyes begin to roam into the darkness

that’s when your brain decides to turn on its light And your thoughts become like flies

Dancing with ideas of tomorrow

Although yesterday hasn’t been left behind

The present robs your body

your consciousness begins to detach

Organs run in the back

You don’t control where you go

When ur soul decides to wander

And your senses begin to pause

Feeling is no longer a luxury anymore

Behind every door is a dream or nightmare

It can be both

Your new reality is as real

As the one you believe you host

They call it sleep

I call it picking a new character to take control.

REM into the deep

This is my floating soul.