Walking into the storms of life,
They began invading my dreams.
The images cut like a knife,
But nothing here is what it seems.
The dark clouds continue forming,
My troubles are coming alive.
In moments it will be storming,
It’s only a dream I will survive.
Into darkness, I am lifted,
I feel it swirling around.
My reality has shifted,
Is my mind becoming unsound?
Is it a dream or a nightmare,
Either way, it has no meaning.
Although, am I actually there,
Delusions are intervening.
In the end, it does not matter,
The storms are beginning to end.
The edges begin to shatter,
I am starting to comprehend.
The troubles in life keep growing,
I learned to face them one by one.
The river of time keeps flowing,
For me, the challenge makes them fun.
