

Prompt / Lyrics
I don’t wanna go to sleep, I don’t want to see these dreams, All these waterfalls and magnificent streams… They rise like curtains, they swallow the room, Carry my name in their silver-blue gloom. _Verse 2:_ I trace the map of my bedroom wall, Count every chip where the paint went dull. _Chorus:_ So I leave the lamp on, count cracks in the ceiling, Build a small fire from thoughts I’m still feeling. If morning’s a mercy, I’ll meet it half-awake— Better tired eyes than a heart that breaks. Maybe the stream’s not a threat—just a room Where I’m allowed to be quiet, to un-furl, to exhume All the small hungers I bury at work… Still—I’d rather be tired than let those dreams lurk
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3/17/2026