sleeping tendencies welling up inside me
who knows whose dreams may go
looking back, I realize
I've got less surprise than anguish
and more predictability than shame
Eating up inside me everything that I am
this eternal emotional parasite always growing
preparing to take over
and yet I'm lost without it
like a bright light switched off suddenly
but I can't adjust my aperature
the future seems so bright to me
illuminated by far-off goals
but a haze covers it all, keeping it unreal
and unreachable