The rhythm
The knock knock at my chest
My heart a nervous mess
Begging
For a night's rest
The changing of the guard
The nighttime one is hard
Chipping
The paint off the bars
So I slide
In the key
And I pass
Silently
And day me
Locked in sleep
As night me creeps
The vision
The flit flit of my lids
Dancing in their cribs
Itching
For daylight's red grid
So I slide
In the key
And I pass
Silently
And day me
Locked in sleep
As night me creeps
So I slide
In the key
And I pass
Gleefully
And day me
Locked in sleep
As night me creeps