At night when I lay in bed,
as I drift towards my sleep,
When the eve becomes shadowy red,
my slumber has begun deep,
My mind begins the daily limping
opens past tales
my eyelids know to shut down
yet can't control the mind's sail...
Dropping with each second
my mind would then crawl
taking steps all at once
my heart would then fall...
Going by the trails of past
I would turn to right
knowing that the side is...