Sleepwalking

Wiping eyes,
Not because of tears.
Thoughts,
Same ones,
Solved and remaining
Makes no difference
All the same
Coming and going
Repeatedly
Into
Sleepwalker.

This sleep
Seems everlasting.
Creating an impression
Of a Cyrano
Caught and tamed
Writing plays
For Cardinal
Not realizing
Palace being the cage.

Perhaps,
There will be a time
When feather
No longer
Touches the ink
But instead
Hero grabs
Sword of
Only true moment
Gives a loud curse
And runs free.