The world spins

While many rest indoors

And you wrestle outside with your demons and sores

Longing for sleep

To breathe in the deep seated cool air

Holding up your being with a flicker of the fingers

Startled by the thought of loss

You need a deep slumber for you are still there

And the mind can gets its much needed respite

You may wonder when shall it all past

You may be comforted by the feeling of drowning

But are frightened by the outstretched hands

Your interlaced fingers prop up the chest

The fools seek guidance

But you are too far gone in intensity

Go to the zone

Move on from the moment

Go to the zone

And find a comb for the soul