I hear a wonderland calling

I hear a wonderland calling
with the fireworks popping
intrepid calls to waterworks blighting
there is a settling calm amongst the source
eyes still GLAZED voice still coarse
just too frail still too short-
coming through notes hiding through lore(s)
a fantasy dreamt a godspeed sent
my eyelids heavy my kneecaps numb

could we call it a night
for the rest of my life?

no sleep for the weary
no justice for fools
you can call me a dreamer
but when pixels clear
and the dust stays gray
you can feel me through the breeze
whispering through the shades