I'm not sure what to make of it; Why sleep is all I crave... To wake just starts my teeth to grit-- Awake, I am lifes' slave. In slumber, I feel peacefulness... I dream of worlds unseen... In slumber, things make much more sense Than what my wake-life seems. I know that I can't live this way; Avoiding lifes' demands By dreaming all my days away-- But, waking, I can't stand!! Waking to another day... Another I can't change... Having many words to say... But ears too out of range. I've been to counselors, doctors too Who've put me on some "pill" Telling me to "get a grip" And use my force of will... "Go back to school or change your job-- Get out amongst the masses!-- Read a book, or take a walk... To soothe the time that passes." But, still inside, this dark unrest Invades my everyday... This "feeling" like there's something wrong Exactly, I can't say... Besides a restless, funky past... And what I read and see... I guess I'm just too sensitive Bout death and hate...disease... Hunger, homeless, battered wives... Babies starved, of love deprived... Dissension in the Holy Land... While I hold out an empty hand. For I'm imprisoned by my mind-- Too much thought...so little time-- EXHAUSTED, I am...EVERYDAY! So, I do nothing much but pray... Pray to a God I hardly know And less I do, the more I grow-- Grow to see what contradicts All I've learned...or most of it... Nothing much makes any sense Like everything's just consequence... Malevolence, benevolence Just sits upon a rickety fence And falls on people...randomly No matter what they feel or see. That's why I find this life unreal... And, chance for slumber, I will steal... And dream and dream and dream and dream... Until life, no more, is as it seems...Birth sign: Pisces
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