Sleep

Plunging right into it, falling never ending; this dark place full of pleasure and happiness, O’ will it never cease? Rushing through a deep forest, filled with the sweetest flowers, and the sun shines morning and night, O’ will it never cease? Fascination of wonder surround you, the ever presence of splendor hits even the weakest person, O’ will it never cease? A maze of doors are everywhere, each door is an idea, ideas of hope, hate, fear, and jealously are plaguing the mind, O’ will it never cease?