Sleeping

If dreamland were better than reality, I would fly there in a blink.

Old things never changed as always,

Then I placed my head on the pillow,

My crystal jewels shone from my eyes,

The streaks of gold crossed my nose bridge,

I realised it pooled on my pillow with a marking,

Life didn't work out great I cursed,

I shut my eyes,

No hope for tomorrow,

I slept.

Author's Note

You can pull it off, you can do it. Fly away and when tomorrow comes, live.