Lights so bright they blind me.
Lights so dim they bind me
Street lights are buzzing
while i lay here thinking about you dazzling.
these lights are a burden
wish i could cover them with a curtain
all these lights on me,
yet all i want is the comfort of darkness on me
darkness that will bring sleep
sleep which i fathom will be deep
a sleep with no more lights a final type of sleep, a final cycle.
You specifically may not be the root
but you could be the pot where i could grow or the weed killer, which brings peace