I lay my head in search of dreams,
To find my soul by any means.
The void does call from in my head,
As I sleep softly in my bed.
Thoughts that race, ideas we share,
Reminds myself how much I care.
I twirl myself on a stage so grand,
Ne’er applause from figment hand.
The show goes on for my own muse,
To show me truth, to show abuse.
I reckon with my demons so,
To find my peace, reap what I sew.
And in my slumber should I stay,
Just know I went in my own way.