Let down your head and close your eyes,
Let the darkness swallow your many thoughts,
Let his silence envelope your ears,
And let your dreams surround your peace of mind.
In lack thereof, I lay.
I plead with my mind to go away,
Thoughts swirling, voices shouting.
I feel the part of a sailor tossed about by a squall,
Battered against my own consciousness
I lay, crying out to any who would hear.
Let your mind fill up with memory,
Let the feeling be kind to your soul,
Let your emotions be true to yourself,
And let your dreams pillow your peace of mind.
In lack thereof, I walk
Down the street of my dream
Into the vast, merciless arms of night.
He who would end all, begin some and forgive none.
He who grasps my shoulder and tosses me back,
Back into the malevolent rage of the living world, I fall.
Let your hopes pour out into the fibers of surrealism,
Let your spirit soar untouched and pure in the sky of your mind.
Let your thoughts become abstract and carefree,
And let your dreams embody your peace of mind.
In lack thereof, I rise.
Ravaged, thirsting but for a single moment.
Just a moment of calm, free of my conflicted mind.
Starved of all joys, desperately clutching at the scraps
Left thoughtlessly behind, without a second glance
From the ones who are privileged enough to feast,
To gorge themselves on the pleasantness of their contented minds.
Let the dawn arise, a bright and strong character though it is.
Let your eyes drift open to see the beauty, gracing your mind.
Let the sky bless you upon waking, granting you a glimpse of her truth,
And let your dreams prove the importance of your peace of mind.
