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.