Grasping at breath my soul clings to the air around me

Searching for purchase in the listless vapor

Hoping for rescue from the lighthouse on the shore

Drowning in the sea of useless metaphors

I long for the sweet release of sleep

Knowing the dangers of giving in  

I push through the quiet whispers, and roaring shouts  

I float, I sink, I rise to the top.  

Dead I walk.  

In step with the marching song of chaos.

Sleepless in a world of lullabies  

My mind dances and twirls in a ballet of ceaseless melodies

Never a rest, never a pause,

An onward trek to the end of destiny