I walked for a while, enjoying the surroundings

Then inexplicably I fell into the dark abyss

On my way down I clutched at straws, and thought what the hell is this

The wind rushed by, I couldn’t fly, my heart was pounding

Is this real I thought or have I been listening to too much Leonard Cohen

My head is in a mess, but the soul is sometimes weaker than the flesh

I embrace the falling sensation, after all it’s a reoccurring dream

It happens so often I just wish I knew what it could mean

I fall and fall into the bottomless pit

I always wake up before I hit the ground

I search through my memories but nothing have I found

Maybe the lesson is that my sleep is just shit

I try every trick I know a scotch or two doesn’t help

A night of abstinence that also doesn’t help

I haven’t tried drugs for several years

I think I will try putting earplugs in my ears

My sleep is not worthy of its name

It’s like one of life’s sick games

If only I could wake up feeling refreshed

I would feel that by God I had been blessed