With sleep once more before me
My mind sought to implore me
In my wall the smallest crack
Why care were I to notice
An etched line of thinnest black
A flaw of the remotest
It hadn't been there yesterday
At least I think so anyway
I'm off at last to face my dreams
Of riddles, lies and brittle schemes
When morning pulls me from my bed
I'll put aside the evening's dread
That fissure in my bedroom wall
I may have conjured after all