As the lids of your eyes begin to close
and your inner thoughts take over
what do you see
from the archived memories stored in the depths of your subconscious
which one is chosen to occupy your remaining time
before the familiar grasp of sleep takes hold
Who's face appears in your mind
behind the doors to your personal theater
I remember a time when it was me you thought of
Me your fantasies revolved around
But things have changed
Now what film plays
As you drift off to a world of dreams
