Sleep

I can feel my eyelids trying to drop They feel so heavy, practically like rocks Sleep . . . It keeps trying to drag me in I’d love to lie in the cool mist of darkness again Sleep: To be in a state as of quiescence or death Quiescent: Marked by inactivity or repose; tranquility at rest Death: A permanent cessation of vital functions; the end of life Life: Spiritual existence transcending physical death Life is full of times consisting of peace, war, and emotions Death is peaceful; we have no consciousness or notions Sleep is a taste of death; it tears us from the seams But if these three things are true, what are dreams?