It’s the words Loose but meaningful They escape an unconscious mind The most conscious of souls
They get muffled and trapped between lips and a pillow They get pushed and smashed until all of a sudden they escape They travel the world in and out of dreams
Nobody will ever know Only truth is the witness Important wisdoms beheld by none Aspirations and confessions you keep away from even yourself
Nighttime has no prisoners here The golden sun a hot fiery ball of terror scaring away life’s true thoughts In the dark and the quiet the much more peaceful stars set these thoughts free
Your bed is the key to their safety Their haven is where nobody can see them They have been let loose for now
You are more trapped now than ever You’re words never spoken You’re dreams never dreamt You’re a sleeptalker