In my dreams
Everything is vague
The clearity will be there
When I open my eyes
And embrace this sleep-induced plague.

Raise the cup

and put it down

said the brain

to the hand,

and let us search

for thoughts sublime

beneath

the waves and sand.

- And as the waves

crawled up the shore

and has returned to sea,

the memories of you remain,

at the beach,

for

eternity.

There is too much commotion
And the mind feels violated
Consciousness is hijacked
With stark reality being fed
Every waking hour
The mental borders struck down
By the brute forces
Driving it towards insanity
Derision of the thoughts
It’s totally exposed to abuse
Now, only rely on subconscious
To draw a mental map
Of the escape route
Towards the path of silence
Away from the commotion
And find sanity again