Oh, Wicked Midnight Dreams -
With your sly and cunning ways.
Such a master you have become,
At complicating my days.
Just when all is right inside,
And everything makes sense -
You come to show me something new,
Placing me back on a fence.
Through sober days, with clear thoughts -
My destiny lies manifested.
Then as you bring me contradictions,
I realize that I'm being tested.
You take old wounds and open them up,
While you douse them in vinegar and salt.
I then stand unsure of the choices I've made,
My path seems to come to a halt.
While blowing it all into a million bits,
You supply a recipe for madness.
By now I can say it has become a curse,
A meaning for most of my sadness.
You do sometimes bring me fantasies -
That linger on, all through the day.
I have yet to discover their benefit,
For they too seem to get in the way.
Your treachery shows no mercy,
At times, I try hard to prepare -
For whatever it is you'll show to me next,
Which will leave me in ruins and despair.
Like cataract gifts for my joyful eyes,
You distort all with mirrors and smoke.
While you burn your brand upon my brain,
I obsess over what you evoke.
I try to find truth in what you reveal,
A challenge I set forth to defeat.
Yet soon I forfeit with a spark of remembrance,
For this game is not meant to be beat.
And so I write with sheer lament,
Of a lesson repeatedly learned -
My midnight dreams will forever haunt me,
Until no page is left unturned.