Go to sleep

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