so much to say
too much to do
much ado
bout what to do
sleeps veil has fallen
from my eyes
it's getting very old
she sighs she sighs
a tale retold too many times
a tale claiming
too many rhymes
spit it up, spit it all out
drag it out quiet
or let it spill loud shout
I'd stuff it back in
if it'd behave and stay
just to quiet the din
but it must have its say
steady rhythm of rain
beating on down
the soundtrack to pain
instead of the drown
tock tick tick tock
of the backwards clock
as time hurtles back
on a helter skelter lock
journey there is fast
but the bide there is slow
locked in vortex past
unable to make the gears go
ephialtes holds me static
no matter how fierce I fight
illusions found erratic
suspirium for dawns light
it's ok it's ok
I'm alright I'm alright.

J.C. baby-owly 15/08/2019 3.40am.