Do not go gentle into the goodnight!

The day a dream died!

Morning comes. The pleasant dream you had all night turns into a nightmare. Your eyelids flutter. You want the nightmare to end. You want it to become pleasant once more. You fight the overwhelming urge to wake up till it is so. You so badly want that dream to have a different end. The annoying alarm bell rings the truth. Subconsiously you hit the snooze button, hoping against hope, you can wake up to a perfect ending. Princess kissing you. You the toad turning into a prince.
But reality wins yet again.
You wake up with a croak.
Dreams have to end.
The truth must prevail.
I dread sleep.
Small mercies, I wont be getting any, not anytime soon.

-thus sprung the ganges through the locks of rudra

@ Tuesday, November 28, 2006