THE NIGHT TIME ARMY

Sometimes when I lay down to sleep, to get much needed rest;
Old friends come by to visit me like uninvited guests.

They used to come occasionally, but now most every night;
And though I’m glad to see them, these visits don’t seem right.

They creep into my dreams, bringing friends who have died.
You never think to question, how the dead can rise.

I find I’m back in uniform, though my service was long ago.
There is no use to fight it, you just go with the flow.

Sometimes these dreams bring happiness, sometimes they turn to tears.
The one thing that they’ll always do is prey on all your fears.

These dreams will bring exhaustion, for rest you’ll seldom find.
You find it so amazing, what stays fresh inside the mind.

I wonder if tonight I’ll find the peace for which I’m wishin’.
Or will they come and take me on another senseless mission.

Whatever happens-happens, but what is most alarming,
There’s no escape or discharge once you’re in the Night Time Army.