Bad Dreams

There only has to be one

It sneaks up like a shadow

During the darkest hour

There's an escape atop

The gloomy grey stone tower

The fall though is so far

When only five steps from the top

To the bottom is a long way to go

The tower flies on by

Yes the fall seems so slow

But on the hard ground

There is an endless dark

And nothing in the sky

The five senses are numbed

And there's always asking why

You're moving now

Step by step

And you feel the cold

When the dream is over

You will feel so old

You know it's not real

You're so sure

But then why are you still here

Five fingers on each hand tremble

From stress and hope and fear

I'm drowning now

The water's harsh

I will count to five

Every day I keep on trying

And then this dream I can survive

But dreams are meaningless anyway