Sleep

A marked machination miles away

As she cries through the morning and into the day

As heaven and earth, both on timid display

They bow to her tireless wonder

And I am a savior of silence and sight

A constant reminder of whats wrong and right

I walk from my chambers and into the light

That laughs at my hopes for deep slumber

These monsters are mocking my tireless years

My dreams and my visions my hopes and my fears

To screens they’re enslaved, the voices they hear

Whisper unnoticed abuses

And I am a savior of cynical plight

An aging assumption of what’s wrong and right

I walk to the meadow to welcome the light

That laughs at my ill-fitted nooses

So hear me, my darling the morning arrives

And asks us why we have been wasting the night

When sleep should have held us, ever so tight

And relieved us of all of these questions

But I am a savior of fog and of haze

A jilted philanthropist, lost in his ways

I walk in the shadows, and cover my face

To not let them see my positions

So come, oh nirvana, oh heavenly rays

And shine your sweet light on my downtrodden face

Come carry me onward to this darkened day

And hide me so I can be sleeping