Chase

She wanted to sleep but was far too awake for night
for silence she prayed with the noise under the street light
chaotic dreams, the ones she still had to realize
she had a choice, then didn't to everyone's surprise
would she reach where the eyes could set their gaze
she still needs to walk a long time, in her lonesome race
a song written on those lips, from young imaginations of yesterday
with a need to rise in her world before she can sing herself to sleep today