Somnambulist

I peacefully live in the mind of my own Moving carefully and calmly Behind my house lies a great unknown I’m a regular there when I’m lonely I tiptoe, closing the door at command My inner voice tells me to go I know the way, like a palm of my hand With closed eyes, I move along Passing the streets, where I’ve been long before I distinguish smells of the night But I can’t say what my journey is for And it could be raining outside If you see me near, don’t pay attention Don’t wake me up, if you can If you call me, I’ll fall into dreamless descension Never to rise up again.