Rapidcycling.

Dance of the drunk and dazed,
wide awake, as slumber slips away,
escaping through a crack in wooden wall,
floating in merriment down empty halls.

With spirits high, singing a sailor song,
soon the gentry will arrive, it won't be long.
Life is like a lullaby when seen through cloudy eyes,
feather light and floating in fleecy skies.

Just like a babe learning to use their feet,
toddle up and down childhood's familiar streets.
Nostalgia nears as life flashes releasing a sigh,
forgotten faces suddenly seem so nigh.

Memories rush in, crowding the room,
sweeping away the cobwebs that once loomed.
Day dreams as dusk paints the world pink and red,
once night falls, the children must be abed.

To innocence we once again return,
free from worry or concern;
fast asleep before the lights are dim,
in peace, at last, life becomes a phantom limb.