My eyes are burning red,


    my head is filled with dread.


    What I want to do instead


    of lying in my bed?


    The stories are so fleeting,


    they do themselves deleting.


    This all keeps repeating,Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel.


    yet every night, they''re greeting.


    They don''t make sense, you don''t believe


    the random shit that happens.


    One moment I am fighting, cleave!


    The next one driving wagons.


    I''m drowning now deep in a sea


    trying to become a bee


    by eating an entire tree


    to hide from all the dragons.


    I am struggling, fighting mad


    with everything I''m doing.


    When I wake up I feel so sad,


    my strength is not renewing.


    Tomorrow is another day,


    to wake up less exhausted.


    Staring here at this display


    making my eyes defrosted.