What’s an hour more or less
In an endless stream of hours?
As day gives way to night
And night blossoms into day,
There is only a mist of conscious thought
Hiding the reality of sub-conscious awareness.
I see visions, people, objects.
I hear sounds, words, voices.
I wake and sleep not knowing one from the other.
Pray tell, what’s an Hour more or less
In such an endless stream of hours?