musings at the break of dawn

Awake but in a standstill,
holding my breath unawarely;
I am caught up in a whirlwind of thoughts
but barely capable of a word

I am enveloped in darkness
but could vividly see;
washed out by an endless sea of mumblings
taking in every word, with it, oddly swimming.

I count the ticking of the clock,
and listen to nothingness
as I dream of a dream about reality

I let myself drift off to sleep
and dream the dream
hoping by tomorrow I live the dream
of living to dream of living.