My eyes droop with the heaviness of night
as the world suggests I need rest in spite
of what rumbles.
Thoughts dissipate without my prodding
while my head begins its weary nodding
as I crumble.
Burdened I lie in my uneasy cot
wondering whatever else I ought
to have wondered.
I muse on the extent to which I have been
and attempt to avoid that falling in
Again my mind rolls vacantly over
but thankfully I am not so sober
as to yield.
For I am drunk on this Spirit stroll
yearning to wake some slumbering soul
I refuse to abide in some tedious cage
that the rest of the world finds so sage
For somehow I know beneath my breast
and so, for now, my eyes close in rest