Urgency

From the unspeakable nightmare, to the ordinary isn't much of a distance.
I've traveled it already.
I've been living in dream-land. Every night it's the same.
Someone's trying to kill me, but there's no one to blame.

Sleep is not longer a pleasure.
I can't wait for the day when I dream about treasure,
But I'd just give it away.
I can't think of a reason, I'm too tired to think.
I should head for the bedroom, and try real hard not to think.

As the memories fade out, they lose all urgency.