Drowning in the voices
Coming up for air
Survival means choices
And things mean to change
A big garden filled with green
So beautiful and calm it all may seem
Then a falling star crashes down
People running away, animals on the run
A child cries, his voice loud in my ear
Nobody turns they all keep going
The world goes black, I open my eyes
I’m back in my bed. A feeling very strange
I try to remember but don’t know what it means
I turn around and close my eyes falling back to sleep.
19/06/2003. Inspired by Neil Gaiman another of my favorite authors.