At the timely time of ten,

As my eyes begin to droop,

A clown begins to chase me,

In what seems to be a loop.

 

And then the dream transitions,

My surroundings become clear,

My dread comes to fruition,

Height, a nightmare of my fear!

 

Changing to another dream,

My mind seems to feel at ease

Although peaceful it may seem

Then comes a huge swarm of bees!

 

These nightmares occur often,

No wonder I cannot sleep,

A dream about a coffin,

That puts my mind in a creep

 

But as soon as we wake up,

These nightmares are forgotten,

Though not as sweet as syrup,

They feel vast as a garden.