when all awake it dawns on don quixote joustin the reapernme thinkest that this ride keeps burrowing deepernbut dont wanna disturb the sleepernpeep the sleek designs seeing even sleepers minds wanna peeknsee mimes wanna speaknfree the eyes to the ether reaper runninnsee the sun is shrinkin winking eyenshuttin deep runnin from my sheetsnme and infomercials' shadows battle in my burlap skinna jagged shattered glass runwaynbut somedays i burn laps in a circle envious of hurtlin sheepnon this wurblin heap of blurred trash binsnand in tracks in image slurred laugh back as a friendnwhat act of vengeance is thisnit turns my mattress to leadnthis ashy lance of burnt matchesndistractin this headndon quixote lonely throne only smashin aheadnnwhen all awakenpacin back and forth actin the thinkerni think myself into this wall a thinkerndont want to disturb the sleepersnnpeep the weak and weary mindnfor sleep theres clearly nearly either barely timenor staring peeks in here to climbnhe can hear the eerie chimesnremindin him what time it isnthis silence he sits in insistin a hidin position inside of himnlistenin ridin him figitin twistin his linnens hissin and kissin his mind againnhis mind again wanders into a flickering candlendimantleing the wick it seems to dance for the kings of the channelsnit narrows his features and creatures sing to sting to the marrownthe singing sparrows that he’s reachin for just thinks he’s a scarecrownsleep isnt fair though and sleep doesnt carenhe pleads it an earful but sleep doesnt hear though it leaves in dispair