I stay up many a night.
Sleep yeilds to no relief.
Only to certain fright.
Laying awake staring alone at the ceiling often thoughts drift to more appealing.
Times are different from a time i knew. I wonder if i thought it true.
The truth i seek to find is hidden in the seconds of time i spend watching others like me.
The truth i hold in my heart. To keep me free.
For when i sleep i dream not of joy.
I dream a repitition of a lonely little boy.
A boy uncertain. Of what he is to do.
He acts out of instinct. But his act is never through.
To tie them together.
The nights of thought.
The seconds of peace
The little solom drake. For distrot. The drake may be. And yes the drake is me.
I find comfort in the seconds. I watch those Dubbed
"furry"

Its 5:00am and i haven't slept in two days. Forgive my bad rymes. Ill improve. Munchies out!