WHEN I DREAM

I wander a vast desert Emotions chasing like shadows No sand, no cactus in sight Only rivers climbing uphill. I run, drawn by distant guideposts Haunted by familiar voices, yet strange Their kindness masks something darker A lullaby that feels monstrous, yet strangely safe. Like a wild cow on the loose I circle the same worn path No matter how far I run I end up right where I began. When I finally wake The dream fades, slipping away like salt in water Only the sweat on my palms remains And the echoes of racing thoughts I can’t outrun.