The Somnambulist

The dreams are chair wheels in his oceans
Walks in his sleep, the somnambulist
Beneath the seabed, magic potions
Waters deep for the somnambulist
Well here it is then
Loneliness
Something’s not to fear then
Only this
Only-ness
Out of body, through the wall
Felt so holy, felt so small
Close to godly, I’m minuscule
The handle-wall, my molecule
Well here it is then
Loneliness
Somethings not to fear then
Only this
Only-ness
Up, down, up and down
That place, whole place, I had to face
On the staircase, don’t my dreams break
Don’t make me wake up
Well here it is then
Loneliness
Something’s not to fear then
Only this
Only-ness
Only-ness
Only-ness
Well here it is then
Only-ness
Here it is then
Only-ness
Here it is then
Only-ness
Here it is then
Only-ness
Here it is then
Only-ness
Here it is then
Only-ness