I’m bored
I don’t know what to do
I’m tried
But I can’t sleep yet
There’s too many things I want to do
But I’m not allowed

So I think
And I think lots
And I think some more
I think I think in my sleep
It rarely feels very deep
Unless I’m utterly exhausted, of course

But how do you slow a frightened horse
Before it begins to hurt itself
When you can’t catch it
Without being hurt yourself?

I can walk away
Try to let it go
But have you ever had to sleep
Through a screaming **** show?

I can write it all down like some kind of journalist
With
“Sensational views!”
“Here’s the news”
But the taste is bitter within
Trying to sort out what’s really so
But really, for real, you know?

If I could just let go

And endless life of pain and torment
Not always by my own choice
But touching that
Touches everything else
A house of cards
And a pyramid of glass
A world of clashing continents
Trains collide at the stations
With tsunamis and volcanos eurrupting
Was there ever a space
For Just Me too?
And not be corrupted?