Delirium, slowly, dizzily

There goes the blues

All consuming, phantom

Stealing sleep all night

Blinking without rest

Thinking “what next”

Screaming “innovate”

But there is no birth

No new thought

No battles fought

And no ticking clock

Stealing sense of time

The night dances on

But nothing is reborn

No new lease of life

No hardships, no strife

Delirium sinks slowly

Not the alarming kind

Slightly dazed & hazy

Whilst the sun rises

The pale moon dies

No sleep caught

Sitting motionless

Blinking without rest

Thinking “what next”