My lamp the moon and the lamp shades are my eyelids
I want to close my lamp shades more than ever, forget the light
And more importantly, forget conciousness
But the night calls my name

Under the whisper of and owl or a cool gust of wind
A voice calls my name, reminding me the night will aid me to completion
I don’t trust nor do want anything less to rebel
But some part of me (my superego) keeps me to sanity

I don’t know where, but somewhere inside
A power within comes out from hiding
I never gave it a call but it must respond to distress
Aids me to completion of it all

Now I can hit a pillow and settle for a couple hours as opposed to eight
But who am I to complain?
I can now let my lampshades close and forget my lamp
And turn off my brain until I wake