Dream Rote Right at the Moment of Alarm

All the words that you could live
All the words that you could die

Those were the exact words rotating
Through the dreaming mind at alarm

Roll with it, roll until the wheels stop
Turning, then get out and disappear

You don’t have to come back here
You will never be returning

An end to the relentless should
That orbits all your dreaming waking

An end to the endless bettering
You can’t do better when you’re gone

You can’t do any better than that
No one can do any better then

No one then no one can
Then again