Pull down the blind
And find a comfortable spot on the bed.
Pull the blankets down over my head.
Close my eyes and see the imagery.
Shapes and sizes,
Colours and shades.
Amazed at what my brain has made.
The sun shines so brightly.
Slightly less enthusiastic than I should be.
Night is the day to me.
Insomniatic insanity.
I can still see the sun as it shines through
reflections of the moon
Like our bright star is wearing a costume.
Hours felt like a mere moment.
What was once cement is now smoke and dust.
As I wake I’m not sure what to trust.
In dreams there’s no need for such.
Violent shifts,
Quiet lifts.
And everything feels so real.
The sun shines so brightly.
Slightly less enthusiastic than I should be.
Night is the day to me.
Insomniatic insanity.
I can still see the sun as it shines through
reflections of the moon
Like our bright star is wearing a costume.
.
I wish I could sleep as much as I should.
I wish I could sleep, just cause I could.
I wish I could sleep, I might finally feel good.
I wish I could sleep.
I wish I could sleep.
