While trying to sleep
I have become aware
that the more familiar
my environment
the more hostile
my action.
So don't come too close.

The poster above my bed
asks my Why?
as I try to sleep.
It gives me something to do
while i fall asleep

Why do I neglect
my loves
why do I neglect?
why do familiar
objects of fancy
lose my respect?
Why do I neglect?

still trying to sleep,
her face flashing
behind my eyes,
Why did I do those drugs?
Did you do them too?
then maybe you know
why i feel so good.
why i feel so bad.
why i feel at all.

Listening
through to
the other side of the window
pane.
The wind is a beast
scared as I but outside
making the least
of his mist and leaves hide.

Oh, if i were the wind
Oh, to be about
to be limbless
to be thoughtless
to be free.

Why do I share these
insomniac's musings?
I guess
The eye inside my head
likes to be looked at

Only now do I sleep,
with wish-clouded vision.
this is my demon
called Indecision.

I wish I were the wind,
to be a beast free,
I wish I were the wind,
I wish I wasn't me.

Why?
the poster above my bed
still asks.

Why do I feel so good?
Why do I feel so bad?
Why do I feel at all?