Who Am I To Challenge Morpheus?

Necessary nightmares
Of maze hall ways
And the smell of antiseptic

Wildflower dreams
Of voices
Of faces
Of letting go

They come to me
And ignite

Who am I to challenge Morpheus?

I take a flower and make a crown
I cling so desperately to the dread

It’s all in your head
But is it?

The waking world is only
A nightmare and a dream

I’m exhausted
I am depleted
I might die here

In my crown of flowers
Clinging to desperation