I turn on a soothing melody with a familiar voice
With every note, I struggle to focus, as it fights for my attention
What would I have done differently?
What is this dull ache I feel?
Paranoia spawns a creeping anxious feeling
Tossing and turning, covers on, covers off
Imagination runs wild with thoughts of you
Whoever "you" will be
But I can hear the voice, and feel the touch
It makes me smile, and brings me peace
Until I realize that it's not yet real
But not quite a dream
Just the tricks my mind plays on me
While I wait for sleep.
