I awake--not knowing where i am
unable to rub the permanant fog from my eyes
i need one more star to wish on--
in the dead of night when i'm all alone
just one more rainbow after the storm
promising my very own pot of golden dreams
when was the last time i searched for something more
Still sitting here...barely awake...huddled in my blanket
I remember to breath then I wonder
what flees first
the dream or the star?