Measuring my sleep
When I falter deep
In the harvest I reap
I feel this pair
Briefing my turns
In nights cold
When my skin hides in a demanding fold
Under your russet sky
Why do you hear me sleep?
Why wonder what my dreams weave?
Leave my thoughts
You deviate me
From my right and from my wrong
From the road where I belong
I am not you
I am mundane
I am vague
Lost in my divided fight
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