Sleep and quiet eludes me It shakes and shimmies our of my grasp 20 in 4 20 in 4 I am sore hours and days run, there is dark but not total The weight on my face pulls me down I fall head head first in my chair, my neck can't support my bare empty head, full of half made walking dreams, I reach out for a translucent hand 20 in 4 20 in 4 There is no giddiness in this, only floating in semi nothing, work stumbles out of my mouth hours after my shift, I just need to drift 20 in 4 20 in 4 I will settle for lucid, these dreams where I'm chased by shadows of the day are giving me whiplash 20 in 4 20 in 4