Prisoner Of My Own Mind

A cold wind rushed through my bare chest,
And a fearsome sweat trickled down my neck.

I faced my nightmares, staring right them in the eyes.
But then I realize its a big black lie.

I woke up and found its 4 A.M.
And now I realize my thoughts were so lame.

May not be lame, they were of their own kind.
And I laid there still being the Prisoner of my own mind.