Sleep therapy

My anxiety is keeping me awake
And I am desperate to display a facade of security
As a means to incite a dream of convenient solution
One imagined, rooted in a fantasy where suffering alleviates

I’m sweating in my sleep
Because I question if I’m worth it to the company I keep
Well I’m sorry for who I was
But maybe it’s who I am after all
This is who I am after all

My greatest fear is paradoxical, as they all are
It is one of immediacy
And yet seamlessly correlated with forever
And I’m afraid of today
When I slip to sleep, was it a waste
Is this just space to fill a song
Or is this me. It is something in between

I’m sweating in my sleep
Because I question if I’m worth it to the company I keep
Well I’m sorry for who I was
But maybe it’s who I am after all
This is who I am after all

And I’m afraid of today
When I slip to sleep, was it a waste
Is this just space to fill a song
Or is this me. It is something in between