It is difficult to erase the memories that haunt me in my sleep.
I dream,in full color;of all my inner anxieties.
In my dreams,they become unleashed....
All the things I did not say;
all the dreams that slipped away.
I dream of the bridge I used to cross
alone in the city where I was born.
I dream of waves,trapping me in my pain,and all of the flames;
that were set to every childhood home.
I dream of a man who does not exist;who's face I cannot see-
a man to 'take me places'...
the way led zeppelin always did for me.
I dream I'm dancing again-and I fall;
I dream the ink runs from my pen;
and the words I was going to write-
I can no longer recall.
I awake in the darkest hours of night
and drift back into my coma to escape-
and it happens all over again.