The material responsibilities restrict my freedom,
But when I sleep away, they cease to be.
The threat of losing my livelihood,
The fear of not making it,
The constant quest for survival,
Lose their power over me.
I hear no sounds,
I don’t feel any bothering,
As I lay in the trap of sleep,
And accompany it in the game it plays with me.
I can’t say I am sound asleep,
For often in those hours of stillness,
My mind battles with my inner demons,
And I am in a different universe,
Where things only go downhill.
After hours of war, and decades of confusion,
I finally wake up,
To fight another battle,
In the daytime.
– Grey
