i lie in weightlessness
waiting for a means to an end
the ceiling fan hums quietly
lulling me to sleep
and i check the time, it's far from night
far from morning, too
insomnia dusts her glitter over my eyes
and i can see
in the darkness
and in the darkness,
i see a house
on a hill
with a great big pond
and it's all green and mahogany
and it's all mine
and in the darkness,
my rooms reek of incense
and paint thinner
and i have everything i could ever want
and when i go to bed at night,
in my wide bed, someone dear
holds me by the waist
i can't picture their face, yet
or the build of their body
but i fall asleep, wistfully
wistfully breathing in their scent
a daydream, a night-dream, a dream
everything
out of reach
just out of reach
how many sleeps left?
how many years?
how do i measure the time?
can dreams be visions of a future in an alternate world?
or just a delusion of my immature mind
tell the time
tell the time
can someone tell me the time?
God, tell me the time
tell me the time
tell me the time
tell me the time
i drift off to sleep
and in an instant,
my alarm screams
to tell me the time.