Deep sleep

A poem on how we sometimes tend to follow the same path each day and cannot spur up courage to change our days. Nothing will be gained without the first act.

As my eyes close I enter that world.

Falling into a deep sleep ,where I find an image of you, and my heart starts too beat.

When the climax has been reached I open my eyes.

Soon comes dealing with what is real and what is fake.

I begin preparing for what is coming this day.

Dragging my feet along this repetitive path.

As my body gets heavier and decides to rest.

I fall and lie down to enter that place again.

Author's Note

It's how I sometimes personally feel on how I fail to act but am accustomed to running away from change.