Reverie
Alas, I lie, awakened mind
Drifting into God-forsaken time.
Unconsciously unaware
A war rages under there.
Perspicacious subconscious me
I beseech thee, listen now, hear my plea.
Blood-drunken sword lay at thine side.
Allow me rest, dear captain, just one night
A thousand strong is our enemies' might
But skirmish, must we, through twilight?
Perspicacious subconscious me
Understand you not the insanity?
Demons defeated, victory blood-bought,
But at steeper price? I pray thee, give thought!
Perspicacious subconscious me
Must Ego die for victory?
And what of, after, his brother and friend?
Must I then, too, let go of him?
Leave me, will you, with only insatiable drive
And let it be that beast Id alone will rise?
Perspicacious subconscious me
Battle-born and bred, at the ready.
In the arms of Morpheus let me be
As you don cloth, no longer panoply.
Perspicacious subconscious me
Let me rest and truly sleep
For I have a reverie to sublimely dream.
Yea, to rest and let you, my mind, be at peace.
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