The place I fear the most is no place you can walk to
and it’s no place where you can sit and feel a breeze
it’s a place between being awake and falling sleep
right in between there’s this place, the place
that I fear most, the place where dreams might be real
reality might just be a dream, and even though
you might be all alone in bed, you can feel
that hand rest on your shoulder and you can’t move
can’t roll over, can’t escape that hand, that hand,
and maybe you hear voices, in a language long dead,
and you speak back or cry, but always frozen in place,
then it’s gone, and you move and you know it was no
dream, but you don’t know it was reality
either.