I walk on the verge of sleep
I write with tiredness in my fingers
Deprivation is twisting my vision
And my thoughts
I have found this new world
When the old world sleeps
It whispers things
It softly speaks
And then it shouts and screams
Color becomes all new
I cannot form comprehensive thoughts
Yet in this state it seems clear
That no one really begs to breach to edge
To test the limits
Where do you want to go?
Take me anywhere
How long will you be gone?
As long as my mind desires.