The Bright Side of Insomnia

Sleep, while you can,
there's the ringing in my head,
tonight,
we travel with the depths of the steep.

What cracks the mold?
fatigue brought on the cold,
while falling through the ice.

Dream, keep dreaming,
hold on to your sight.
Dream, keep dreaming,
hold on to your flight.

Awake, like nothing,
like nothing ever existed.
Now you're warm, you're oh so warm.

You may have a cordless past,
the false sense of a well-walked path.

And you're the one,
whose found a wearisome refute.

Don't trip over yourself.
Don't trip over yourself.
Don't trip over yourself.