Here It is.

M favorite time of ear is coming,

thats when m phone is charged,

ou see,

I canj't tell the difference between the dry wall and my eyelids,

for heavens sake,

isn't it time to wake up?

A surpressed set of values incurs,

the old ones I've been living up to

the bottled in soda that caused these cavities

of substance

of soul

worldless endevors are preferred in these matters

though tracing them seems important

Quiet incantation of where I've thought I should go, eventually leads to...

Serenity?

No,

theres a chattering

no,

a laughing.

A circus of revolving elves

pushing my ears past understanding,

and all at once

whats left?

I've been thinking about this for a while now but its taken me this long to say it so poorly.

Anyways, any excuse I make is for myself, 

not for you.