Seeing myself on a high cliff edge in a dream
In the middle of the ocean stranded
Extending my hands, both chained
The scene was so real not from a film

My eyes seeking out the horizon for an aid
 Blinded by the lightening gleam
I couldn't discern the high waves submerging me with a bathe
Floating me from head to toe on the foam

Seeing myself swimming against the tide
Looking for the remote lighthouse as a guide
My whole body turned limp
I woke up out of breath drenched

As if getting out of a storm
Taking, finally a deep sigh of being redeemed

My night was too long and agitated
The dream was just a reflex of my thought's stream

A mixture of fears and gloom

A tormented soul full of gut feelings to dump

'Cause dreams usually come up when we deeply hit the rock bottom