Sirens

Yet evening, still dreaming, a silence in my head
The people, all talking, their words won’t reach my bed
 
I’ve stopped now, the running, repeating inaudible words
The theories, all covers, the restless hunt disturbs 
 
The young me, the one you see, screamed with all her might
The young me, the soon-to-be, screamed with all her might
Sure of what was right
 
Yet evening, still bleeding, sirens in my head
Late thinkers, all twisted, their printed thoughts turn red
Yet evening, not leaving, as days and nights go by
No lessons, no questions until their echoes die
 
The young me, the one you see, screamed with all her might
The young me, the soon-to-be, screamed with all her might
Sure of what was right