Life is too busy with its own simple demands,
And subtle rejections for dreamers. She's been asleep
For a day and a half, but she hasn't closed her eyes
In over twenty four hours. She watches the
Clock, begging it to move slowly. Just give her
A little longer in her blanket, her bed, her
Fortress, before the day has to begin.

She lays frozen, like a fleshy Popsicle,
Waiting for even hunger to offer a different
Feeling. Life, with its tedious footsteps into the
Office, and its lonesome visits to the shrine of the
Porcelain god, for a moment of silence from
Chatter over coffee, and the tapping of
Keyboards; life is too noisy for dreamers.

Just let her sleep a while longer,
For dreams and darkness offer more
To a mind starved for beauty,
Than sunlit strolls to crowded buildings
Ever did. She drinks her coffee with only
One sugar, five times a day. She fills her
Blood with caffeine and time. She watches the
Clock, daring it to move quickly. She screams
Inside her head until it's time to go home, and
Lay back in bed.

strangers meeting on the wrong path
but going to the same place
I asked what its all about,
this glorifying race

built beneath the soles of ancient people
who call me every night in my dreams
to tell me,
that there was once a light
and that everyday the passes it goes deeper and deeper into
this black cave

for our world is changing in all the wrong ways

I tell you I have been weary for days and days
you called me to tell me it would be okay

I just want to tell you trembling like a leaf in a storm
I laughed and talked about how i just wish I was home
and smelled the stench of fresh cut green grass

with the thought tickling my tongue
I realize that very rare good things last
some go bad
and some are still great


my thoughts are more confused than my words
and I know sometimes I may sound absurd

but forgive me for saying that once I lied and said I never heard what I heard
and that I really am lonely
and that I really dont know what I'm living for