Lullaby
It is past time for sleeping
but the day just gone
lingers in the darkness
and the fan hums a lullaby
that doesn’t help at all.
It is past time for sleeping
but the day just gone
lingers in the darkness
and the fan hums a lullaby
that doesn’t help at all.
The tribes chant
and roar and rage,
living and dying by their colors.
I watch
and I feel
but I cannot give my heart
so fully
to something
that in the end
means nothing.