Listen to Me

Should I find you in the morning

Or the evening tomorrow

I might tell you all about

The dreams that I see when I sleep

And the dreams I go to sleep with.

Don't judge me, much,

For the day will end,

And so will the night.

I'll stop dreaming soon

Or later, after my might,

Is all worn up and

All I could do still,

Is tell you about the dreams that night.

Listen to me.