Where and why?
Why they're always in
The proces of building or
Burning in the stories?
Today, in mine, everything
Lies flat on the floor.
Reasons I don't know.
I mean, on this winter night
Why the trudge?
Why build something
Out of sweat? Or burn
Something to cough out
The same?
It's lazy, hopeless and
Mindless freak this night.
Lies flat with wanting
No help or support.
Loses control and withers
Itself to sleep.
This story is sleep deprived.
And I badly need it.
Good night.