Standing in a clearance i turn my head-
Looking for a passage to reach my destination
Weary I wish I were in bed.
Asleep not in a forest of interrogation.

Questioning my patience, my fatigue
Wearing me down with each turn and thought.
With each passing, quiet moment i more believe-
that i've lost the path, my way i believe i've forgot.

Days it seems but really only hours-
that i've been searching, looking for a light.
I squint my eyes but the darkness devours-
as the day leaves, and comes the night.

Suddenly, when I feel I can take it no longer
I feel like I will fall asleep.
I see a light which grows still stronger.
A sleep engulfs me oh so deep.

Even though I'm slipping as it seems-
the more asleep i get the more awake I feel.
As I thought I'm awaking from a dream,-
and not a bit of it was real.

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updated Nov 21, 2008 by FaithBased