I woke up on the sofa again
Dream-weight bearing past traumas
Looking ever backwards
Gauping at my own flaws.
I woke up on the sofa again,
Etchings of past misdemeanors
Losing purchase on the walls
And floating around the room.
I woke up in a frenzy
To remove the LED haze,
Whatever it was I was doing
Was now done yesterday.
I woke up delirious,
Not knowing who I was
For everything that I had been
Had now been repossessed.
It's a funny thing realising
That part of you is gone
Waking up on the sofa
With a need to hurry on.
I woke up on the sofa again
With a sense of worthlessness,
Reflecting on the regularity
Of my boundaries being crossed.
I woke up on the sofa again
And slowly trudged to bed
Like an extra in the background,
A dream that's died a death.
When I awoke I realised
The misdemeanors were lesser,
I wondered through the streets
And saw not one single transgressor.
I stopped a couple in the store
Who talked about their summer,
And saw a woman with her dog
Admiring a passing runner.
As the polyester jackets floated past
And shoes scuffed the fallen canopy,
I saw that movement made people happy,
That the sofa was no place for me.
Sep 19, 2023
Sep 19, 2023 at 11:25 AM UTC
I woke up on the sofa again
Dream-weight bearing past traumas
Looking ever backwards
Gauping at my own flaws.
I woke up on the sofa again,
Etchings of past misdemeanors
Losing purchase on the walls
And floating around the room.
I woke up in a frenzy
To remove the LED haze,
Whatever it was I was doing
Was now done yesterday.
I woke up delirious,
Not knowing who I was
For everything that I had been
Had now been repossessed.
It's a funny thing realising
That part of you is gone
Waking up on the sofa
With a need to hurry on.
I woke up on the sofa again
With a sense of worthlessness,
Reflecting on the regularity
Of my boundaries being crossed.
I woke up on the sofa again
And slowly trudged to bed
Like an extra in the background,
A dream that's died a death.
When I awoke I realised
The misdemeanors were lesser,
I wondered through the streets
And saw not one single transgressor.
I stopped a couple in the store
Who talked about their summer,
And saw a woman with her dog
Admiring a passing runner.
As the polyester jackets floated past
And shoes scuffed the fallen canopy,
I saw that movement made people happy,
That the sofa was no place for me.
