Utterance carries its share of poetry… this time of a musical kind

Stall Their Sleep

When was it that I broke my stride
You’d struck a chord with my pride
It’s an honest trade I swear to find
As the day turns to night you lose your fight

Blazing trails and honest nights
Crooked kneeling drawn out sighs
Fortify your weary mind
But as the day turns to night you lose your fight

Wait for me
Stall their sleep
Make amends and look to them
It makes no sense but then it never did

Smile like you lost the war

when the mood is right you’ll fall in line
and you’ll be grateful for their time