Nightmares

Seconds go by slowly,
minutes and days,
but weeks, months, years,
they speed by,
and before you know it,
all that time you thought
you had...is gone.
All the things you
waited for, and some
things that you wished
would never come, happen.
Have you ever woken up
crying?
After dreaming of death
or fear?
Have you ever woken up,
too afraid to close your
eyes again?
Isn't that what life is like?
what love is like?
You fall in love and it's
like the perfect drem,
but then you wake up
crying, or even screaming,
too afraid to fall again.
Eventually, you fall
asleep and everything seems fine.
Until it happens again.
But we sleep every night,
we dream every time.
Why can't we learn?
Why can't we see that
dreams aren't real!
Love isn't real.
That we should never
sleep again.
Or maybe love is when
you're waiting for something,
or you know you have
to stay awake, but you
fall asleep
and whatever you were
waiting for,
you missed.
Or th reason you
to stay awake, it's gone.
Now, you're late.
Maybe you let someone down,
maybe yourself.
But whatever reason,
you feel stupid, you feel mad.
Maybe this is love.
Maybe you're waiting for
life to start, but once it
does,
you're too in love to see it,
and soon it's gone.
Before you know it,
you're hurting yourself,
because you hate yourself
for letting it happen.
There are some things
you know are going
to happen.
Maybe you have plans for
next week,
or next year,
or maybe even three minutes from now,
but do you really know
if you're going to llive
for another minute,
or another second?
Do we really know if
we're going to have
another chance to sleep?
No, so we sleep now,
because we are tired now.
We don't care about
tomorrow, or next week.
All we want is to
close our eyes...
and dream.
But why?
There are two things
in our lives that we can
never predict...
Death and love.
When we dream,
and we wake up,
screaming, too afraid
to let sleep overcome
us again,
are we afraid of death?
Or when we wake up
from that perfect dream
turned nightmare,
are we afraid of love?
What are we running from?
In the end, it's one thing-
Pain.