Sweet Dreams Poem by Paul Butters

I’m Lost!
I’m trying to find my way home
From work;
Hopping from bus to bus
Town to town.
And nobody knows the place where I live.
On and on.

Then I awake!
Must dash to the loo.
Again.
Just once this time.
The pills are starting to work.
Less dreaming now;
Less re-awakening
From dreamworld wars.
Less need for waterfalls.
And less exhaustion through the day,
From sleep deprivation.

In Life,
Sometimes,

The simplest of things
Are what really matter.
And peaceful nights
Count
For a lot.

(Written to answer a challenge from Donna Burns) .
(W) and © Tuesday 19\8\2008.