If I go to bed tonight,
lay my head atop my pillow,
shut my eyes,
would you end this misery?
Would you finally give me the calm I seek?
Snuff this flame out, I beg of you;
put the fire off.
For it burns bright,
yet illuminates nothing.
Sleep eludes me this time,
the cunning demon.
Ever present in moments of vigil,
where are you now, in time of need?
Put yourself to good use, please.
Be a transient path for this thermal energy,
as it journeys to the other side,
or remains here – to become a cool wisp of wind.