At night I lay awake with thoughts, So arbitrary tangled Midday I stare into the abyss that is My front side window, thinking Of all the things that could be And between these two, at dusk Those scary lucid dreams catch me  Off guard every time and leave me Wondering: Is this what I really want? Sursa imaginii: UnsplashDacă ți-a plăcut, scoate-mă o cafea virtuală, via Revolut: 0729107614