Dithering sleepwalk
Another year gone
And still I languish,
Drinking in memory before it dies.
Attending to dreams,
Neglecting the house,
Leaving the garden to butterflies.
Sleep is quite hopeless.
I am a scarecrow,
Standing stock still, with buttons for eyes.
Haunted by nightmares,
The road without rest,
Searching for you to undo goodbyes.
Dithering sleepwalk,
Past the dull wasteland,
Lost, but still eager to fantasize.
Leaving no traces,
Frozen winds blowing,
I cherish the dream, despite the lies.
My hopeless yearning,
Hits fading echoes
On distant peaks and never survives.
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 8:51 AM UTC
Dithering sleepwalk
Another year gone
And still I languish,
Drinking in memory before it dies.
Attending to dreams,
Neglecting the house,
Leaving the garden to butterflies.
Sleep is quite hopeless.
I am a scarecrow,
Standing stock still, with buttons for eyes.
Haunted by nightmares,
The road without rest,
Searching for you to undo goodbyes.
Dithering sleepwalk,
Past the dull wasteland,
Lost, but still eager to fantasize.
Leaving no traces,
Frozen winds blowing,
I cherish the dream, despite the lies.
My hopeless yearning,
Hits fading echoes
On distant peaks and never survives.
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