Midnight Bullet Train

We don't sleep here,

At the edge of dreams,

And nightmares, 

The city sprawled somewhere near

And glowing softly,

Where ideas flutter in a flurry,

Furious wing-beating, and competing,

The brain rides a bullet train

From station to station.

And in the next room...

A muffled cry

For, in the shadows

Our deepest fears lie.

They bubble to the surface,

Inky black,

And while the city sleeps,

I weep

...

And later while the sun rolls out,

I'll nap!