You occupy my dreams;

is that a good omen,

or a warning sign?

 

Sleep begs my surrender,

but the words come first,

the words are always first.

 

Could tomorrow be important,

or will it be another day on the calendar,

where nothing of consequence happens?

 

I feel the warm, fuzzy happiness,

or not truly caring either way,

as I drift off in between these lines.

You occupy my dreams;

is that a good omen,

or a warning sign?

 

Sleep begs my surrender,

but the words come first,

the words are always first.

 

Could tomorrow be important,

or will it be another day on the calendar,

where nothing of consequence happens?

 

I feel the warm, fuzzy happiness,

or not truly caring either way,

as I drift off in between these lines.