Poem

Take the high road,
the devil's eye,
all of us, mankind,
drifting towards the last remaning light.

I put a thousand miles,
under my wheels,
yet and still, too close,
to you I feel.

So come, pull the sheet
over my eyes

so I can sleep tonight,
despite of what I've seen today.

I find you guilty of a crime,
of sleeping at a time
when you should've been
wide awake.