Literature
Slumber
"There's someone who I live with,
With whom we share a head.
And when I lie to slumber,
He wakens me with dread.
To paralyze then analyze,
Regrets he never led,
So deaf from earshot,
Even silence is misled.
But there's one I'd like to live with,
With whom I'd try to share my bed,
And when I lie to slumber,
She is carried from my head."