The part of me that no one sees
The part that walks the spaces of my brain at night
And searches there for clues
Listens there for sounds
Ghosts that linger here and there
That part of me is gray and gaunt
And longs for sleep
I don't care, really, who it was that did me in
I've waited this long for the truth
I'll wait some more
For god's sake sleep!
Close down that endless churning there
The wheels that turn inside my head
No conscious thoughts sent now from you
No hint of all those things you know
Those things you share
And still your gears turn constantly
The rest of me must go to work
Pay the bills
Do all those things a man must do to stay alive
And your exhaustion pulls me down
So heavy now your eyes inside my own.
What secrets now do you prepare for me to know?
For this is what you're doing is it not?
Sorting out new information gained of late?
For, when you churn on endlessly, it's never silly exercise you've taken on, but deeper stuff, more pieces of the puzzle found to put in place.
But how I wish you'd just lay down your tired head and sleep
A day or two
For your exhaustion takes its toll on me
And I'm not sure I want the news you work so hard to filter into conscious thought.
I'm healing now, and I wasn't sure I would.