The Mouse

Midnight: I lie on the bed, a
song plays in my head- but which?
Ah, I don’t know. I close my eyes,
but no use: no oblivion, no
peace. No medicine of all
times. And so I get up and leave
my room. A coffee! Why
not? Therefore I go to a shelf and
grab the coffee, but I hear something.
What’s there? I look around and see
a mouse, a molecule hurrying
to escape in the infinity of the planet,
in the sea of the night. I feel
ready finally for sleep,
for the dreams remaining to me.