Now the eyes are asleep all days in;
And dreams do play on eye curtains;
Stage is set for constant monologue;
Wanting is only desire for dialogue.

Where am I? Who am I? How and why?
Perplexes the ways of my with thy;
Getting no where when I seek clue;
My solo slips in thy monistic rue.

Well, its day; let me go sleep now if;
On night have I to play a solo brief.