Man in the Mirror

I lie down at night, Eyes shut tight. Mind at rest, Surely this is the best, way to end the daily grind, nature's been kind, By offering us hours that vary in numbers, where all we do is..... slumber,slumber,slumber. Sleep is best when deep, bodies aggregated in a fusiform heap, where beggars are riders, of winged horses, that bark and shout, and girls are boy scouts. You scale the highest peaks, e'en though you're really meek. You beard the lion in his lair, e'en though you've never won a dare. Truly a wonderful world is this, Then you awake to take a piss, Realize that morn is near, Do i sense some fear.... Back to the harsh realities of life, And the endless daily strife.