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