when all at stake seems dreary and steep
and asks you to take a daring blind Leap
promising you to be free before the shadows scavenge and creep
It’s at times like these when one wishes to sleep,
to simply drift away, beyond the begotten deep
and have no meek thoughts to eerily keep
nor a shaken heart to grimly weep
except remain lost and unmoving,
in a bleak meadow with nothing
to spitefully reap
Note To My Sanity 