Constantly thinking
What forever is like
All the time feeling
It might be sleep-like

A bit fearful
As in many nightmares
One can never awake
From forever falling
Or being chased
With legs stuck in place

In front of a crowd
Delivering a speech
With the audience all dressed to the nines
And you standing there totally nude

Then there are the ones
When you get off a bus
With no one around
Or picking you up

The worse ones are laying inside
Of that box
And people walking by critiquing
Your life
We loved her… but she was so loud
Looks like death finally quieted her down
And what’s with that color of hair…
Can’t understand why she never
Lost weight
Or why She thought her opinions were always so great

Any one of these senario’s
Would make forever not fun
So I think I’ll wake up
And live my life
It’s more fun

*jcs