The Sandman

Falling, falling, faster down
The podium
For smartest man in the room
Bleak thoughts doing somersaults
Back and forth through my mind
Wide awake in the dead of night
Shaking hands with The Sandman
Bathe in the glowing pale moonlight
I’ll follow my own plan
Walking across tightropes
Stepping on eggshells
Sometimes I can’t keep track of myself