It’s not for the minutes
or the stolen chance of rest
Nor for what ails me
Or that which causes stress

But for every second since
And those I know will come
For as soon as I leave here
All I want to do is run

So let me sleep those extra hours
In dreams I can control
Surrounded by my memories
Where my half can still feel whole

They may still turn against me
In fact they often do
But they are of my creation
And the pain they cause is due

Am I still now dreaming
Sometimes I cannot tell
I walk the line between dreams and real
And wonder when I fell