An old poem, an old memory, a note, a story: there are some things that haunt you: every day, every moment. Often they are felt when you try to fall asleep.
Every day he goes to sleep,
at a time "proper" to him.
Hoping the light of the next day, but
haunted are his dreams,
Reality is much simpler,
sweeter is being awake.
Those dreams as he closes his eyes
enough to make him realize
his worth as a being.
A poor choice for others, a rotten mind,
a seeker, an unlovable being to despise.
Reality is far different, dreams state the truth.
He better get some sleep,
because it's time again to dream.
Anyways, Take care and Stay Safe everyone. 😄