Where do I find this idle time

to converse in such a misguided way,

why does my mind play with words

when all I want is too sleep.

Like a blind Spider weaving a web

my words become entangled in nonsense,

things are said as if others were here

when it is only I that utters them

with silence

yet I hear them,

loud and clear the this and that

like a crazy person I have become

that rambles on and on.

Go away I would want to say

alas I am to engrossed in this drama,

though comedic

runs on it's own free will,

I am the actors

the audience

the producer

indeed the camera lurks within

these entangle thoughts

that we dream.