There are thoughts that keep me awake at night
And keep me absent-minded in the day —
Gliding on a golden field, endless heaps of hay
Thoughts about what is and what was,
But never of what could be.
They haunt me of a past long gone and never will be,
They nag me of a present so persistent, a routine that I always see.
They remind me of a palpable sign,
Of shackles that bind me here,
In a place where wishes are bane and hopes are nil.
I climb so high, I fly, I sigh
I stumble yet again in this effervescent sky
I lift my arms and reach as high as I can
But I hear weeping and wailing from where I began
This dream I write, forget this I might
These thoughts I hold, it numbs my soul,
It’s so cold, I feel old
In May whisperings, “strengthen thy heart”, I was told
So I flutter, I mutter..
But when I utter, I stutter
Hard as I grasp every word, every syllable and letter
I am left without tomorrow, the future no brighter
Be banished you drifter! Rot away you squanderer!
Know that time is no kinder to neither miser nor spender
So I slouch, pretend to nap
Barely a moment’s passed
I snicker, I snap!
Not a pen was moved, not a firefly in sight
As I hold on tearfully and oh so fearfully tight
To these thoughts that keep me awake…
And kept me awake tonight.