Yet again the sun topples in the west
emotions grow arms and claw from the deep
This time will I be tossed to my creator's breast?
Or Will darkness bring the shearers of the sheep.
Like Drums my thoughts begin to ponder
Each vibration accompanied by the pendulum telling time
a different person in another world I wonder?
Weary eyes are the answers I get without paying a dime.
I fight a losing battle still I resist
I don't want to fall into sleep's wicked embrace
So the help of the dark beans from Africa I enlist
Sometimes they win but mostly defeat is what we face.
Finally succumbing to the engulfing tranquility
Slumber came as a needed hostility.