Nights were called nights Because they always had an ending of a fright mysteries lingering around the old tree tampered grounds only messed with when seen
what happens when we sleep our eyelids pursed shut trying to head off to a mystical hut
are we programmed to hide From what lingers outside?
or is sleeping just a way to rejuvenate Bend time
I recommend you journey Find out for yourself If what's outside is pleasurable Or bound to head south