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.
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