Here I lie within my bed,
Phrases flying through my head.
Half in wake and half in dream,
Siphoning my dreamers stream,
Desperate to stay their shed.
Some are plain and some are mean
And some like angels seem.
But I cannot judge them all
And some I cannot recall,
My best is but half a gleam.
I try to stay, hold at bay,
The awaking of day.
I need but a little more,
To fulfill the need of store.
But it seems they will not stay.
I think that I must leave this mode,
For if I don't, I will explode.