in a bed,
in a house,
on a hill,
under the frail light of a full moon.
I'm resting,
thinking,
dreaming,
of thinking of dreaming of the dreams
I have of what life should be.
I turn,
I twist,
I roll,
I roll,
I wake and sigh from the nightmares
of a simply sane reality.
I'd cry if you would,
if I should,
if I could,
but that is beyond below me...
-Grayfire- 10:34
