Couldn’t Sleep

there is something all

around me, foreign, but

at the same time familiar

i’ve seen this place before

perhaps in a dream, maybe

through fluttering eyes as

the world blinks into focus

and the possibilities dance

on broken legs

i don’t know

come to think of it

probably not a dream

maybe i read it somewhere

the back of a magazine

selling me which way to go

and what to wear when i

get there

or maybe, it was a dream

although unlikely

because i don’t dream

that often, don’t dare to

because i know better, or so

i thought, because all I

ever seem to do

is die in my dreams, while

waiting for the eventual

turning into nightmare