No Sleep for the Eyes

No sleep for the eyes and no rest for the soul.
All your life the two of you will wander,
you and you — your fate is twofold.

You are very ill and more than a little mad,
forever meeting witches and their curses,
you send no fervent prayers to the sky.
You are very ill, more than a little mad.

But at times you take off your self
and put on the other I,
and then you understand — of course you do —
I and I … I and I…