A Tired That Sleep Can't Fix
Lying in bed, soaking in sadness,
I let my sorrows lull me to sleep.
In my vivid, nightly visions,
I grope through the darkness.
Hoping to find an answer.
I like to think the solution exists,
but everyday I’m more unsure.
Perhaps the splinter that has sprouted
such an infection was never there at all.
May it not be a virus or the common cold?
Though it’s a disease totally mental.
I tremble at the thought of it
growing like a cancer.
As if I’m poisoning myself.
I let my sorrows lull me to sleep.
In my vivid, nightly visions,
I grope through the darkness.
Hoping to find an answer.
I like to think the solution exists,
but everyday I’m more unsure.
Perhaps the splinter that has sprouted
such an infection was never there at all.
May it not be a virus or the common cold?
Though it’s a disease totally mental.
I tremble at the thought of it
growing like a cancer.
As if I’m poisoning myself.