Have you ever noticed that we sleep our lives away?
Not many people realize that.
We become filled with dreams,
Ambitions to do what seems great.
Few achieve the dream.
Many die seeking it out.

I have dreams, too.
They tell me the things I don't want to hear.
Everyday, nasty things fill my mind.
Love, fear, death......
Memories of my short existence seem....wasted.

Should I have done something else with myself?
They say time is how we perceive it,
Yet we age the same.
Life is short and dreams are many.
This life is futile.

My eyes fill with insomnia.
My brain tires,
Yet I cannot sleep.
Thoughts of dreams past fill my head.
Thoughts of loved ones come to mind.

Wondering what may have been if something had changed,
So many possibilities.
Does death hold the answer?
Or does time?

Happiness flourishes around me.
It makes me miserable.
Yet the dreams return,
The lust for sleep.
It's easy to return to that fake reality.
To live in a dream is to deny one's life.

I need to sleep.
I need to dream.
The hope of happiness awaits.
Thus I retire, longing for that bliss.
Soon, it will be over.
The dream....the sleep.....the life.
It all ends with the same cruel fate.

--Dana Seneca