Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? Unconscious mind
Dreams recurring, in form as palpable
As in my clutch. What insights might we find?

Desolate solitude outside high school
Not a soul around, I cannot get in
Creepy custodian ignores this fool
But what does the false memory threaten?

In Sin City, chased through the casino
Like Jason Bourne but not like Matt Damon
Pursued by fear past lounges of keno
Must keep running, evade as a layman

      The meaning of the dreams I do not know
      When we all fall asleep, where do we go?