Imagine,

If you can.

A place where you can hide.

Safety in anonymity,

Rather than,

Reveal yourself where you reside.

Peace,

Sought yet rarely found.

Comes in the smallest doses.

Like cat’s feet in grass,

It comes with nary a sound.

Just a click of the door as it closes.

Dream,

Be it night or day.

Details are ever so rare.

Sound asleep or wide awake,

Failure will always find a way,

To turn every dream into a nightmare.