I should sleep less,
I should read more;
Write about my lore,
Reclaim those sleepless nights again
As mine.
There’s something that drives me wild
During those days spent in bed
Dreams and reality merge,
Into a single flow.
Floating around,
I’m the unreliable narrator
Of my own reality
As my inner monologue
Will always interfere
With the truth I perceive
Some nights I want to be sedated,
Some I am so excited
And those I love,
Feeling myself whole.
I reclaim my agency
On my reality
I’ll leave to scientists the duty of accuracy,
Since playing with the limits of decency
As too kept generations of humans
Awake up at night.
Their thousand of unreliable stories
We blend in a common legacy
In the end, it until what will remain
Of humanity.
