What is that, who lurks beneath the surface,
barely visible, yet without a doubt there.
Cloaked in the morning brume upon awakening,
though throughout the day, without thought to spare.
Only to surface when one is at their weakest,
late o\'Clock, in the still of the night.
With it\'s constant chatter circling, dominating the mind
That,
what is normally beneath the surface,
takes it\'s flight.