Living A Dream

This is about the weird things I think about sometimes.

Under my skin.
I tremble.
Any moment now I could wake up.
My whole life a dream.

What happens then?

Does fate bestow the honour
Of the chance to sleep again.
Another chance to write my wrongs
To take the different paths.
Am I that lucky?

Or

Do I sit and wait.
An eternity of blackness
Enveloping me like a thick blanket.
That I inhale
The frosty deep mist filling my lungs
Until I am one with the darkness.
Forever.