My eyes are burning red,

  my head is filled with dread.

  What I want to do instead

  of lying in my bed?

  The stories are so fleeting,

  they do themselves deleting.

  This all keeps repeating,

  Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

  yet every night, they're greeting.

  They don't make sense, you don't believe

  the random shit that happens.

  One moment I am fighting, cleave!

  The next one driving wagons.

  I'm drowning now deep in a sea

  trying to become a bee

  by eating an entire tree

  to hide from all the dragons.

  I am struggling, fighting mad

  with everything I'm doing.

  When I wake up I feel so sad,

  my strength is not renewing.

  Tomorrow is another day,

  to wake up less exhausted.

  Staring here at this display

  making my eyes defrosted.