Where there is reason,

There is not always rhyme.

Not every song carries a tune,

And not everything right can do no wrong.

The pounding in my head, the aches as I lay in bed,

Told all is but a dream imagined deep in my head.

I’ll lay and wait, but no time for reason,

No patience for rhyme,

All you’ve lied about,

Soon I’ll be free.

Free to be me.