Sing to me,
to me,
to me.
For I am lost. Meticulously
in the details
of this world.
It weighs down
on me with blinding words,
deafening actions,
and tasteless sounds.
I will never
apologize for my
soul that strives
just to be,
to be
to be
But I can’t escape
her, my alluring muse. For
I am just a simple single moiety
standing outside the gates of resting
trying to reach through.
Trying to grab a dream.
So instead
of more wondering,
I ask just to
please sing me
back to sleep,
to sleep,
to sleep.