Restless mind
Biding your time
I hear you screaming inside.
They’ve underestimated you.

Laden and burdened you
Left to your own

Oh, tired mind
And restless legs
Longing to be running
Far away from the dream

Who can contain it?
Nothing and no one.

It’s just a casual conversation
Between this world and I.

No promise of commitment.
No “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

(Though if you did, it would be grand.)