Prose Poetry For the Sleeping

The dreamland calls me to bury myself deep into the warm, sweaty breast of a safer, lawless land, that's comforting whilst maintaining the surrealism that's mirrored in the passive, day-to-day life of most observers, humans, and astronauts. Tonight I can be anyone, anything, superhuman, sub-human, superhero, anti-hero; or just simply embrace the benefits of a world created entirely for me; courtesy of myself and my subconscious. Disregard this universe, and create your own. Sleep is the totally accessible, complimentary antidote to your messed up, gut-wrenchingly predictable, miserable life. The ship that sinks, but keeps on sailing.