Awake and staring at the walls as
Unfulfilling as it sounds
I cannot concentrate
On anything outside of my own growing lethargy
I'll just try
To close my eyes and sleep
And sleep
The foundation of my slumber
Hinges on what could be done instead
Of laying my head down
And wondering what thoughts it will evoke
Though it wont amount to much
Since I've already dreamed
Sweet dreams of love and light
And everything ambiguous that I want
What I need's action not lullaby
Not passive passion
Pushing past my Mismatched reaction
Detaching from distant distractions