Is it worth the time to wait out in the open just to be disappointed
Or
To hold onto something for a little while
What's it like then, if I lay hold of love only to have a better view and not let go
In the end, I still find no joy
If only I stood by the edge and found hope
I wouldn't wait more with urge to pen down these thoughts but rather step out of the dark to have a glimpse of light that comes with this valuable tressure
Mystery though one I wish to explore

Like a stranger in your home
worse than walking in a storm
If it's not your place,
you'll stay but never belong...

I've counted sheep, twisted and rolled
as I lie awake by nature being trolled
Looking for a place where sleep is sold
anything I'd do to slumber in this cold
take me to a place where stories are told
not only to the Young, but also to the old
of fairytales and treasure like ruby and gold
to lure Morpheus out his heavenly fold...
I need a break for this world feels like hell
anybody knows anyone with sleep for sale?