sleep is my mistress
i do everything she says
when the earthly plain beckons me
she calls me back to bed

sleep is my master
he demands such things of me
he holds me down with his hand
even though i beg and plead

sleep is my creator
they could destroy me or
remake me

sleep is my lover
they could hold me gently or
just break me

sleep is the subtle place betwixt
willingly going and being bewitched
when either way i'm going
it doesn't seem to matter which
just as long as i'm going
i'm going, i'm going.