They advertised this bed.
Shouting that it was good for sleep aways.
Would put all of your sleep problems away for good.
But they never told me that with all my worries.
Sleep could not be good.
Oh sure, I hopped in
The pillows were something lovely.
I was told that someone else could sleep there lovely.
I needed no covers, it was not the cold winter.
But then I could not fall asleep.
I could not even fall out of bed.
I could just lie there, but I could not even lie to myself.
Sleep should not be this hard.

The darkness was both inviting and forbidden.
Inviting me to go to sleep
While forbidding me to dream.
The dream, the dream was the goal.
If I could only dream.
I was like in hibernation, but I could not dream.
So I knew that I was not sleeping.
I was being denied my dream to dream.

The darkness was showing its hand.
Turning this hand.
I see the lighter side of that hand as it grasps above
As those hands were pointing to adolescence.
First 4 then 5 then 6.
Time turned into a toddler so trifling.
Its fingers were reaching out across the sky.
If I could just have 2 hours, 1 hour.
Now  it is time to wake up.
I could not sleep, I could not dream
But now I must do everything in my power to stay awake.