I take this journey every night so bold
That precious time let mind uncoil, in sleep
In sweet unconsciousness I keep
Create, destroy: a story being told
Mirages upon the fog begin to creep
To traipse along the worlds’ fold

The twists and turns at midnight’s crest,
These concrete images beating down on me
Never freedom comes I foresee
As I sink deeper into twilight’s quest
I’m searching through my mind’s debris
Attempting to make sense of this reality.