Slumber of Giants

Where does sleep come from?
Where does it go? So close, but never grasped.
An apparition floating you off to a world never to be seen again.
Quickly you are overtaken, disappearing from this broken world.
Waking up to untold opportunities, not quite grasping the realness
At once you become the conqueror, reliving quests from old.
Then whisked into the future, a stowaway aboard a ship to a foreign universe.
Faces you know but never knew, transform before your eyes. Leaving you vulnerable, as fear creeps beside. The safety of control has quickly melted away. A black shadow manifested, you feel the presence but know not where it is. This dear world of sleep, you so cherish, what has it become? A place of mystery, romance or a torturous existence that is fleeting and never to be caught.

The characters you become, giving pride at who you are. A king, so proud, commanding all with ease. Or maybe a star, yes literally a star, experiencing the speed of light. Then to a lion with a roar that shakes the mighty sea. But ultimately, reality creeps as change sets in. What will be? Who are you? Is that true? Have I been there? Did she say that? Did that really happen? Happiness to fear. Anxiety draws near. A silly joke, turned into fun, then left for all to laugh. Romancing the one, your true love, as real as the warm sun. Then standing still, unable to move, feeling helpless as imminent danger looms.

This sleep you crave, you desire till the grave. Sometimes won’t come, sometimes comes fast, but ultimately never lasts.