The earth silent, the street empty.
I close my eyes and walk and open them to blinding white.
Beep, beep, the machines weep, they mourn in this grievous time.
Clear, clear, a deep voice cries;
singing along with mother's lullabies.
As I begin to feel drowsy, eyelids heavy, I realize my endeavour.
All I wanted, in revelation, was to sleep forever.