Twenty six

 

Sleeping is a quest
A quest to stop the present interpretation of the eyes, nose and mouth
A quest for the brain to either stop or keep steering
Either way, your body stayed
In a place, at a time

Sleeping is a ritual
A ritual of repose
Both for the phren and pneuma
A ritual for the soul to enter the other realm
Swayed by the mental unconsciously seeking
Seeking of things one may never know
Not many possessed the gift
A beautiful dream to keep
And a terrible nightmare to have
Either way, your body stayed
In a place, at a time

Sleeping is a venture
A venture of sanity or insanity
You could only choose
To be or not to be one
To do or not to do things
One choice
At one time
In one place
Either way, your body stayed
In a place, at a time

Sleeping is a deed
A deed with a price
It can be good it can be bad
It can be happy it can be sad
The price must be paid with precious time
Some may have and some may not
But to some, with all the wealth
It will never be enough
No matter how much is poured
Be, and it is
If it isn't, then it can't be
At the end of the day
The choice remain one
Either way, your body stayed
In a place, at a time




2:08 a.m
- wolf

Comments

ELFarahin said…
this poem gonna keep me awake haha. nice one! =D

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