At what time did these events transpire
Forcing sheep to forever try and climb higher
They push and they pull the stone blocks of nightmares
Scaling forsaken tower, only giving up if they truly dare
They say if you fall in this dream and don't wake before you land
You'll never arise to Morning's sweet and gentle hand
A cryptic voice calls out from a spectral confessional
"So that's what you chose?" Then to the next floor, climb or fall
And when or if the sheep reach the door
After fighting their fears upon every floor
They wake so tired and weary from dreams
In their minds, fresh, the other sheeps' screams
Now these sheep are people in the light of day
Each going about their own separate ways
Drinking, cheating, hoarding, and bleating
Still unaware of the nightmare soon creeping
Every night a new floor, they total eight in all
They climb and they climb till the bell chimes it call
The cowards do cower and the fighters do fight
As they traverse these stone towers with no end in sight
But hope is hanging above their heads
One chance for them when they lay down in their beds
One wish for those who can reach the top
And for those fortunate few, these nightmares may stop
Some cry and some weep, oh these poor poor sheep
But judgement is what these poor sheep must meet
To confront heir sins of one form or another
So that they may dream on and not be smothered
Lets pray for these sheep who have so much to lose
Else they be yet another victim on tomorrow's evening news
Written by [
Susie-Q]
