I am a nightmare
Walking and talking and running.
Trying hard not to be a dream come true
But to gain reality in you.
But why the surprise?
It is nothing new this ability
To hide and pretend you see
That I was as normal as could be.
Laughter is. Running water.
so turn the tap on baby.
Let the light shine. Down
Into the dark the nightmare comes.
Running away from a Christmas tree.
To know that I was at least truly free.