Dreams Never Die

I went to sleep on top of the worldand in my forty winks, the Sandman tried to hoodwink methrough rose-coloured glasses and pasted smilesno sweeter than lemon pastriespaying my dreams duststuck them in a vaultlocked airtight,beads of sweat form in frighttossing and turningnow unsafe in my own skinShambolic and in a rutdense tumultuous storms ragingas if Aries god of war has taken residencedeath is preyingAnd I am wishing on a starWishing for a rude awakeningwishing that I could boltfor my misery abhors companyI went to sleep on top of the worldbut today the world is on top of me