My nose is cold
because its the middle
of Winter
but I'm sitting here
on the back verandah
waiting for my soul
to splinter

because its so frustrating
that I'm waiting

for Life to just come
smack me in the face
as I sit here and pity
such a waste...

What dreams did I imagine
while just watching the river flow?
What real life did just pass by
as I watched another day die,
burnt beneath a fiery glow?

Slowly does the irritation
leech from my fingertips
Rapidly does the poison
fall from my unmoving lips

Achievement from the sleeping state
is all that I ever seek
but coming from my wakened state
is the havoc that it reeks

I close my eyes and fall asleep
and ask my demons to hopefully keep
one eye open to look around
for my sanity to be found

*Amen