The Floor
The phone rings,
it\'s in my head...
I fall back to sleep,
only to catch myself.
Jot down ideas
and drift into space,
I look down
only to see my own face.
Wake up sweating,
I crawl out of bed;
the floor, it\'s soaking
from the clothes I\'ve shed.
Exiting this dream,
Fall asleep again.
The Day is coming,
I don\'t know when?