my eyelashes is weary
night light is burning steady
music hasn't lost any, jolly
my mind still wandering afar
visiting places gathering nectar
for muse in waiting, watching
i wiggle my toes, comb my hair
i have this figure out, it will come
like slow drip of a flower bloom
muted, invisible to the mind
yet you can feel it become
a silent throb and spring to a grin
music take me away, away from here
where nobody can reach, so as bother
for peace i do desire taken by an owl
for the love i had erase by sudden growl
for tomorrow is a bleep, catching no need
it will come even though you don't want
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