You never visit me

not as a ghost, not in a dream

maybe that's because already

you live underneath my skin

And every now and then from behind 

my eyelids, you give a push and I cry

Late, past my bed time,
like mornings when I run late,
I leave my Egypt,
as I pray: "G-d bless my dreams,"
and, "Thanks for another day."

Slavery/freedom:
An old couple arguing,
and deeply in love.
Freedom says, "Give me some space."
Slavery says, "You're lazy."