Wandering the Gray Desert

I have never felt this drowsy before

Wanting to sleep but

not wanting to close my eyes

From the harshness of a world

Ready to swallow the unprepared

With its fangs of disaster

Its heart beat of ticking time

Undaunted by my shouting

In a moon-lit room

Maybe it’s used to madmen like me

Complaining how short youth is

For dreams of building Babel

Made of ink and paper

At the span of humanity

I am nothing more

Than the millions who wrote

To live beyond life

Sleeping less, but

Dreaming more

Awake in a nightmare of

Futility.