Looking at the moon until it passes from view
My eyes bleed from the endless stare
Sleep is not my mistress
And then the morning is new
The day is unfair
For to exult in its madness
In exhaustion
Is impossible
I cannot sleep
The dreams never happen
Problems insoluble
The night might be beautiful
But so are dragons
For the day comes
Whether the night has been kind
And it never is
If the bed is feather pillows
And the sheets silk or satin
It doesn't matter
Sleep isn't my mistress
And the day brings madness
