There are 1000 thoughts rushing through my head like a
freight train, my jaw hurts from clenching it too tight, my skin is alive and
fizzing like a firecracker about to go off. I can’t quite decide what to hear,
what will make it slow down, stop the pins and needles on my face from driving
me into oblivion. My eyes burn with unanswered tiredness, change the music,
change the mood.
None of this is real anyway so just let it go, release me into
slumber...
What have I done? This blank minded sheep I am, where will I
go with this heart in my hand? Nothing is real, I’m dreaming again, this world
is but a figment of an imaginary land.
Dance with me in the moonlight, dance
beneath the stars. A billion lights keep shining, like fireflies in jars. Write
for me a Ballard, write for me a song, sing for me in the moment, let the
lyrics linger on.
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