the problem with dreams
is waking

alarms sound
pain flares

there is always something
to ruin
the placid state
of reverie

reality
truth
words

if
i could remain
sleep walking
for five more minutes

not
have this bubble burst
to fall silently
to the earth

i will gladly
accept
the impact

maybe the great poets
find that hidden zone
between
awake and asleep
to idle away
their time

over the counter
sleep aids
combined
with lack of understanding
of words
leaves me
ill suited
for either