To sleep, shall I go.
Perhaps to learn new things.
In my dreams.

Should I fear them?
Should I laud them?

What will I discover?
My aspirations?
My inner demons?

Or both.
Made into one being.

Do I aspire, secretly,
To be a twisted parody,
Of what is good in the world?

I pray now, that my sleep,
Be as still, and as calm,
As that of nothingness.
That I may never know,
Who I truly am.

And perhaps it is better,
To be freed of such fetters.
Tying me down to one destiny,
That snares me to fulfill it.

Ignorance, self-ignorance,
Is a blessing never cherished.