A new day’s begun
And still I can’t sleep
For the hours I keep
Are at times keeping me

And the thoughts that I meet
Past the vespers of night
Are like air being breathed
Less the lending of life

And the thoughts never stop
For they run on their own
Without food, nor with rest
Nor with reference to home

Roaming Thoughts, threaten I,
Someday, too, you will die
Oh, Rotting Flesh, answer they,
When we do, rest your eyes.