Winking waking wishes wail
Across the effervescent realm
And reach reason
 
Where there is one sight ahead
Where dreams are dead
And fantasies of any hue
Do not exist
Nor nothing new
But reason
 
Struggling to gain control
The weight of conflict
Takes its toll
In repetition of the role
 
Caught by fingers reaching out
Beyond the pull of time
Back to the illusion
Of living and of rhyme