midnight shenanigans

a lil night time poem to help me sleep.

4am and headphones in

the house is dark and silent

framing hanely - built for sin

i begin my decent.

immersion is the mission

and Houston there's no problem.

my thoughts become a fusion

of images and lyrics.

as i begin to close my eyes

rewriting my surroundings

imagination becomes king

rightfully commanding.

as i walk through this kingdom

created by these sounds,

i stray and become lost

with no intention to be found.

Reviews

[Michael G.]

I like this. The way of going to sleep is different for each of us. And when the mind refuses to let go of things, you have to find ways to help it along. (Mine last night ended about 4:30 this morning.)
"immersion" . . . good thought word here.
The last verse completely sold it.
Now, (yawning) I may go and give a nap a try.