Why must we saunter so near, but open our eyes for the closest rear
Blind to the touch, closed at the seams
Light beams, but no shadow
There we are, up
Down they were, go
So I listen to the broken stop light in my head
Flashing colours, drowning mind
Trickling fantasies and shaky skin
Why? Why did I step here, tick, tick, tock
There’s no clock, no place to rest for the weary
Everything’s hazy
Sleep, no rem, no dreams
Awake, restlessness, tired
Tired from sleeping
Creeping in through the blinds
I feel it, see it, need it
What a tease rest is
7 hours is too little, 8 is too much
7 and a half, ah so close
But any minute past, too little and too much at the same time
So I stay awake until my phone died or my fingers hover
Lingering in my breath grows shallow
Faint like ghost, hallow
The trees hollar to the animals for a place to be
I’m here, closer to my own headed sea
