I dream a dream within a dream.
Like falling through an onion’s rings.
There is no fate, there is only me.
Who am I meant to be?
I drink a drink to help me think.
Until the cup’s bottom does wink.
What was I meant to see?
I tell a tale of past and present’s hell.
There are no lovely wedding bells.
And yet happiness can be seen.
I write to write something for the light.
The darkness holds no right.
And through it all a life is lived and here I sit in between.