My mind begins to grab some sights
to put in front of my closed eyes
and give a time that has no line
of when to start or when to end.
My memory plays a game of tricks
where nothing seams to rightly fit
with what is true or what is new
yet all that’s felt is what I do.
The simple twitch my body gets
is numb to touch but gives the much
required jolt from brainly bolts
that keep my frame from being lame.
It’s funny how much I may even try,
I never remember how a dream began.