There is a spot of numb inside my brain
A place that only sparks when I have slept
A dark and empty space where I'm insane
And where in tiredness often I have wept.
I try to touch the thing that's out of reach
And close my eyes attempting to force rest
But just can't stop the flow of inner speech
And voices in me laugh at my request.
Then when I sleep I do not know I'm there
And all too soon I wake and I am back
And I've forgotten all I had to share
And everything I saw has turned to black.
Then I walk numb and restless through the day
And struggle to keep weariness at bay.
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