Who knows the corners of sleep
Where, under fields, do lazy liquids seep?
What words are said in a dream?
When you awake, it did not seem
What you thought it was
Shaded and jaded by consciousness fuzz
Can you remember your thoughts?
Why then be afraid, revolting plasma robots
Yellow eyes and messages un-relayed
Are dreams truly deep thoughts, just, replayed?
What is the antidote for such lethargy?
Is it truly a sickness, if so, it's got you and me
What horror it is when you forget all phantasm
No longer, the epiphany muscle may try to spasm
Oh what tales lost, told from subconscious
Recounts of great decision, like that of Ponchas
Oh now, comes that memory loss sleep
What good can such dolefulness reap?
Electric light pierces eyes of the body
Awakening reality, grim and shoddy
Fluorescent light once flowed to mind's eye
Illuminating a world where you slept in the sky
Such adventure and thrill now forgotten
Sleep 'till death, or forget; dilemma we're caught in
Who truly knows the value of rest?
It might just shield us from things we detest
Who knows the land of dreams and fantasy
Kingdoms and wars in worlds inside you and me