All I want is to sleep, the ascent into dreams,
like climbing a staircase and opening a door,
little does it matter what happens afterwards,
I enter inside a room, I listen for the screams,
when I was a small boy, I toyed with an idea,
as with any idea, I filed it in a drawer,
nothing escaped my eyes, I even saw backwards,
to attend to details, and to turn a blind eye
if I saw anything out of place, eureka,
something clicked in my brain, I learned about trouble,
trouble is a witness to some event gone wrong,
on a cold winter night, I overheard a lie,
someone who bears witness to a crime sees double,
leaping out of my skull, a bird singing a song,
eventually the truth came out, I heard the screams,
even if I could sleep, the bird that sings counts sheep,
pleased to weep, I preferred the ascent into dreams.
The ascent into dreams, as I climb a staircase,
how many steps to count before I fall asleep,
enter a tiny room and hide inside a vase,
ascent to the summit of a mountain, a space
simply beyond my dreams, unbelievably steep,
climbing up a mountain, as I climb a staircase,
enter inside a vase, to hide without a trace,
nobody can find me, I hide without a peep,
trouble, am I to blame, I hide inside a vase,
if nobody finds me, a moment of God's grace,
nothing to do in here, in a vase, I count sheep
to enter dreams, I hide, as I climb a staircase,
only the air up here is fine and rare, this place
draws upon energy, my resources, I keep
ready, as when a child, I hide inside a vase,
exactly as a child in trouble finds a base,
a place to hide, hideout, hideaway, as I weep,
my tears fall silently, I hide inside a vase,
still, silent, unto death, as I climb a staircase.
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