A World in Slumber

to the world, to the world in slumber
i ask you wake, awake from dream
listen to me, with patient ears
see me, with patient eyes
hear the thoughts, the madness
the screams on this night
hear me, as i tumble through these feelings
the reasons, that keep me moving
i have got to move on, find a truth
a place where it all belongs
to rest, to dress myself with the morning
of a day, new and clean, the meaning
has yet to be seen, by my eyes
by the tears, as i cry, here, tonight
the loneliness seems to me
more than my body, can carry with these
thoughts, these hours, the tired movement
that stills by the breath of this night
i am scared, and full of fright
for the moment to come, it all comes too soon
for me to sort through these dreams
that wake me from sleep, only to keep me
from the identity that seeks to bring me out of this place
the hollow scene, replaced with supple, fruitful
dream, of song, the holiness that beckons to cleanse
grant forgiveness, so all that mends, here, on this night
i am but a child, speaking, as you listen
listen to me, waking from sleep, hoping to keep
just one more night for me, as the world spins
spinning, it is all i can see, beneath that part of sleep
that keeps me connected, to this world inside of me