I see numbers, hear voices, and picture things I've seen seven years ago, all in complete vivid detail, like I'd just seen them. I call it my cheat sheet or my muse or my photographic memory; and it always seems to hit right before I go to sleep. I end up jotting down what my muse tells me, I've gotta get it out of my head or I'll forget it by morning. So here's my latest brain child.
I close my eyes and wait for sleep,
but it dances beyond my grasp.
Any dream will do.
My mind, it wanders to unknown realms.
Where imagination hides away.
Any dream will do.
In sleep it sings to me from far beyond;
and yet it sounds so close at hand.
Any dream will do.
The night will fade, and day will come.
The light, it holds no love for me;
but tonight, any dream will do.
Any dream will do.
Please tear it apart and correct it in any way you feel is needed, just be gentle. My muse hates mean people.
