Friday, December 17, 2010

To keep us in sleep

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The day’s have grown short
And I don’t even know what day it is
And I don’t want to look
At a calendar to find out

What’s it worth
Why even bother anymore
Nothing matters much
It seems, anymore

So long ago the sky
Would’ve been full
Today, the sky’s grey
No sense in going outside

I don’t know about you
But I’m tired of this
God forsaken place
Wisk me away, soon please

We can’t think
We can’t dream
We can barely speak
Without them listening

Why then
Do we waste
Our time
These days

Hold me, for I
Cannot be bought
Shy from me
For I’m the one who’s lost

Take me away
With you, please
Take us somewhere
Blue, green, and bright too

Won’t you please
Wake me up
Wake me up
From this dream

Or can you not wake me
And this is what
They have piped
In to our dreams

…To prevent our wake

…And to keep us in sleep

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3 comments:

  1. love it,
    so well fine tuned and beautiful piece.
    Smiles!

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  2. you are good jrm! are you in the potluck as well? anyway, mines here- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/01/23/painted-hallways/

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  3. sad... haunting.

    my potluck:

    http://maritsfuckingblogging.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-will-get-where-you-are-going.html

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