Dreams Don'T Ever Rust Poem by avery watts

Maybe I'm just weary
When I start to dream
So serious as I feel dust
Under my lids
And both eyes
Are heavy with sand
No longer can I see
What's beneath my feet
Or the land that I once knew

While everything starts anew
And I hear the quick man
Strolling on the dusty trail
Mailing bits of sprinkle
Twinkle twinkle
Goes my sleepy eyes
My world begin to spin
And grow so wide
When the wind tuck me in

No longer can I breath
As I try not to sneeze
Keeping bits of debris
Needs of dust on my nose
And my dreams try not to rush
As the timely flow begin to impose
The sand-brush my eyelids
With the dusty lookin' man
So that dreams don't ever rust