A Pillow, Softly (Ponte/Chávarri) 2007

Flat top, you turn all around
But you keep, keep falling;
There's no one to stop you, rascal you.
Tick tock, the clock isn't running anymore;
That means that the nap should be working,
Yet you keep running,
Outside of space time,
Where the ticklers make you feel like a toy.

Not tonight; when you sleep
All the darkness seems eternal,
But now there's something special.
When you think "this is it",
That's when you reclaim the power
And climb back to the tower of the morning paper...
The headlines are worthless
But your percolator's working
And the coffee keeps you going through the day.

Nice job. You made it again,
But your head feels wobbly
And your eyes won't tell you a single truth.
Flip flop, the blankets are oceans of delight,
So tempting you do nothing but surrender
To the soft calling,
A song like a siren's,
Of your soft warm pillow,
The best lover around...

All blinds down. All lights out.
It is time for disconnection,
To let your clanky body
Crumple down on your bed.
Oh, to embrace the cosy feathers
Encased in satin covers
That caress your nostrils
With lavender perfume!
Now relax your tired servos;
Let the sandman make his entrance
One more time.