Drinking coffee during the night,

sick, dizzy,

when I should be in bed,

but there nightmares enter the sleeping mind

and to strange dimensions guide our thoughts.

To die in a nighmare,

to never wake

and to understand it was a dream

and that a greater dream is ending

- not the fate I want,

I dread to think

of what my loved ones felt.

No, I shall linger here,

awake and tired and ill,

but master of my thoughts,

with a cane driving them through this darkness

until the morning comes.

Now fear is the shepherd that best

keeps my flock together. 

31.03.2015