It’s been years since I’ve dreamt of something memorable,
Worth holding on to,
Worth waking up late,
Worth moulding funny moments in the head,
And worth longing for them to occur.
Now there is not a single dream that I’d remember,
Not one picture glued to my mind,
Falling asleep is at times miserable,
Something I count the seconds to
For my blaring thoughts to shut up.
© living in verses