The Zone

Sleepless nights, tight nights
Hours awake and no sleep I can bake
To me it’s just a lake
The return of the pale

Every year
I hear the same breeze
I see the same dreams
I feel the same scene

And also the thought is not gone
I know this is low thinking
That someday my mind will blow away
And flow to the north
But it’s okay
Because I’ll be graved in my favourite zone