Grace and Solitude

I had an old ceiling fan, refused to rotate Irritated every day with an awful noise innate Disturbed my peace and worsened my sleep Like the rusted wheel of a broken relationship I was awake, and I was restless Lost in shadows of night sleepless Then, I saw you there in a thousand mile Thinking something with an unknown smile And, I again become tired of everything The time is restless enough for such a feeling.