Darkness,
please take me to the place where I can dream.
I yearn for sleep.
I'm so tired (but) I can't sleep.
Amongst all the issues and misfortunes,
shines through a humble grattitude...
The inner engine of life.
Outlook on myself, placement on the shelf,
in this place where insanity doesn't fit.
This fight of my own, not to be known,
or sorted - judged by the influential.
I lie in the midst of night awaiting this dream,
but still I see the stars they're staring back down at me.
Outlook on the future, one thin suture.
The thin line which divides the journey.
Time's continuity, the path must go.
chosen actively or selected by fate.
Darkness,
please take me to the place where dreams begin.
I'm so tired and I cannot sleep.
(take me away, allow me to to go there,
I cannot find the sleep).
Should the night take over and
take me to the place where I can dream.
I will dream of the future, I will dream my outlook.
Please take me away to where dreams begin.
Darkness take me to where dreams are made.
