Before I can close my eyes,
I think of what tomorrow does
another mystery, yet another pause.
Or what if tomorrow never comes?
As I'm ready to fall asleep
worries are gathered around my brain
having a feast of their own,
my desire for a new start slowly fades.
My eyes are now tightly shut
I have said good-bye to my finished day
soon I will have a dream,
from everything that has ever happened,
brightly in a gleam.