Half a minute before midnight arrives
Lying asleep peacefully with fear within every second
Midnight slowly creeps closer and closer without warning
The dream I'm having is now about to alter
The time has come for midnight to make its appearance
My dream suddenly goes blank and fades back in
I'm in a maze with little light on the walls
Unaware of the unexpected around each corner
This dream is not what I wanted to be
I create my dreams, and choose to end this one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem