Dreamers Sleepwalk

Life's a custodial sentence. So let's not throw away the key. Facts are the longer we all serve the more forgiving we all might be. I've dreams that have no bells and whistles. Nightmares relentless, year on year there's optimism that isn't just piffle I'm my own-winning-gold charioteer. I've dreams that predict the future that levitates my soul like snow. Dreams I can't out-manoeuvre; Death, like he's a charging black rhino. Life's a dreamer's sleepwalk. So let's all embrace our fear. Our nightmares and maybe they'll-simply-all, disappear.