Loves Endless Slumber Poem by Mitchell Weidman

Tonight I sleep with so many thoughts in my head,
Oh how I walk miles to reach my lonely bed,
Every night each one exactly the same,
Oh how it's only my fault I'm the only one to blame.

The people I meet, and the choices I make,
Sometimes I wonder if it's all just a mistake,
For the tears that I cried, and the blood that I bled,
For the dreams that I ride, and the thoughts that I read.

Is any of it real, or possibly a dream?
Is there any solution to my hearts little scheme,
I feel so lost in a maze we call love,
Or is it me being afraid to move forward without a little shove.

Problems and solution all so far apart,
Nowhere to begin or end, I must find a start,
Drifting away from all that is real, and to finally retreat,
For if I awake from this rest, it is likely to repeat.

I ask you now to please take me away,
From this endless feeling I wish to stay,
So I can be happy unless she will appear,
Until that day comes I just wish to disappear.

When all is said and done, with nothing left to find,
Everything will overcome and the heart will become blind,
Keep it all in mind, when I go to sleep in bed,
For tonight is the last time ill lay down my head.