Many New Friends

A late night comes to me in my room once more.
The devices in front of my sight start to become a bore
The walls grow small, and the room seems to become even starker.
I think all this time pondering thoughts has made the light grow darker.
That mind of mine that at one time was so great and so pure
Then as I start to look around again I start to become unsure.
What was that noise? Well it turned out to be nothing
Or perhaps it was that voice that just mumbled something?
But wait a moment that voice just happens to be my own
As I start to think of myself as someone else things grow more unknown.
Now when I gaze outwards things start to alter
I look to myself but I know I will falter.
Music comes now ringing in my ears, so pure and so divine
Those dark thoughts I once banished now seem to shine.
In this dark place in my own head where morality is meaningless
I seem to now find reason inside of that part I once thought aimless.
Laughter strikes out in this empty place, as those thoughts now seem grand
This hollow place serves to help the views and horizons expand.
Darkness calls and the moon remains the only thing to watch over me
But there’s also that voice over my shoulder spawned from my debris.
Now as the walls melt away the things behind them laugh along with myself
Thoughts of grandeur wash away now only thinking what’s behind that bookshelf.
Then the mind tires, and all those new friends seem to fade away
Everything within this room fades back to dull gray.
Those dark thoughts erased now with gentle morality
As I once more become aware of my own mortality.
Then as my mind shutters one final time
I drift into a sleep that seems sublime.