Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep...
What if I were to die before I woke
Would I finally be in a place where my dreams of reality
Are not interrupted by my plight
Would I be able to choose without being chosen
Would I be able to fly without being grounded
Would I be able to grow without barriers
Would I be able to laugh to keep from crying
Would I be able to love without being hated
Could I play without being played
When will this nightmare end?
How can I predict the next event when
the steps to getting there are so unpredictable
When will I be able to navigate through this sea of opportunity
when rough waters, with the absence of storms, continue
to threaten my destination..
If a nudge can't wake me up, nor a loud noise or even somebody
calling out fire, FIRE..
When will I wake up from this nightmare I call a conscious mind...
