In Cold Silence Poem by Vince Rivera

So I lie here paralysed by my dreams,
I can feel my body twitching, ticking and rhythmically pumping to keep me alive.
But instead of exploring the world with my brain carrying craft,
I would rather explore the possibilities of daydream.
How strange! To give up the real in exchange for what is not real.
To waste minutes and hours thinking about what has not happened,
And what could happen.
When will I get up and do?
And when I do get up,
What will I do?