Unfinished Priority

Lying,
Waiting for the appropriate time
But my eyes are getting heavy.
Ready to shud down my vision
And enter the realms
Where science can't explain
Such phenomena in my slumber.

A pianist
Playing a wonderfull composition
In the long-awaited opening
Of this dreamland,
A new dimension in the outskirts
Of this so-called fantasy
That I perceived as real.

There's this light
That the sould shouldn't enter
Unless it wants to leave physically
Out of this world of sorrow
But there's always someone out there
Who would cry
Because he/she losta friend.