Sometimes, Sleeping Poem by Kevin Maroney

Sometimes we think, we're all in control,
our life's like a bedroom, we're all in the roll,
it's a sleepy walk from here to there,
till at the end we're everywhere.

Sometimes we feel, we're on the brink,
that if we died, noone would think,
of us, of why we lived or died,
or why sometimes we might have sighed.

Other times, we wonder, if there could be,
a place better, filled with seas,
of veritable gardens, knowledge too,
greeny sasafrass, deathly, vibrant blue.

At the end we don't think, we lie away,
we sleep in peace, and what we dream we'll never say.