This Is What Hope Looks Like

My worst enemies exist
In the form of night terrors
But, I think,
At least my imagination swirls
Deep within my rough slumbers
I can make a whole World
Going down to apocalypse
In one single R.E.M. cycle
A powerful brain of humankind
Embedding into my dreams
An individual opens her eyes
This person is yours truly
I’m stuck knocking on the door
Of reality’s threshold
To see if I’m really still here
Opening my eyes in the morning
Thinking the World has come
To a disastrous end
The day smells much sweeter
Because I know
At one eye close,
My World can again crash and crumble

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