Save it for the grave

Things make sense in circles like rhymes are round
Worth every whisper pound for pound
A steamy little drip beats deep to sink ships
It ripples on the surface like lyrics from my lips.
I can live that beat, these lyrics and this thought
For lifetime of days until my brain is shot
The sleep cuts the frames and blurs the lines
What’s sweet is insane and what’s sane is in rhymes.
If our bustling cities were like big beehives
There would be one soundtrack to everybody’s lives
So sleep is peaceful when we dream our own lies
But I lie awake in my mind with closed eyes
Because I see darkness so true I blink black holes
I won’t sleep a wink, until creases turn to folds.