Living Lucid

I must stay awake

Though my eyes do burn 

And my ears do ring 

I can feel the mesh of my mind

The curve of my atoms 

Flattening with each passing hour 

The way reality becomes glass like

Laying on the floor 

Too afraid to move 

Cannot break what I can’t buy

I must stay awake 

Though everything hurts 

And I’m confusing my hours with minutes and my minutes with days

Everything continuously churning 

No interruption 

No peace 

Yet I cannot sleep 

I cannot allow for slumber

Because the nightmare of lucid consciousness 

Is far easier than waking up from the dreams of a lovely life