The days fly by,
Like seasons do;
I’m forgotten;
But alive, too.
Few days are good;
Most still are bad;
Some hours bring smiles;
Most keep me sad.
As the days go,
I let them, one
By one, and blur
The moon and the sun.
I put on smiles,
As night takes day;
And like the night,
They do not stay.
So I live them,
Like pills and sleep,
Like dreams I dream;
But cannot keep.
Sleep has left the building.
She has to be coerced with a pill.
She has no claims to fantasy.
She requires no story.
Give her a story
And she will stay away pursuing it.
She’s best left storyless
And thus, barren.
A pill is her fee.
She comes – carelessly –
And then has a brood of dreams.
Dreams I would rather not have;
Because they remind me of loss
And pain –
And people who won’t love me again.
Sleep smiles. I forced her with a pill.
So I am punished.
Her brood wakes me up
And the moment, I open my eyes,
She is once again set free.
For all the promises made,
And all declared vows to keep,
When need arises to prove –
Just turn over and sleep.
With all the blood that rushes
In to wounds that run so deep;
When hopeful chance comes to heal,
Just turn over and sleep.
As a heartache comes coursing,
Forcing one to lay and weep,
When gentlest words are needed –
Just turn over and sleep.
Maybe it is all karmic:
One sows in order to reap;
So, when harvest comes calling,
You must turn over and sleep.
Hearts Still Care 