Insomniac, unresting mind.
Lost in loops. No meaning, time.
Craving peace, but finding pain.
Nothing left lost, yet nothing to gain.
Under the magic of the midnight sky,
A child of the moon, under heaven's
watchful eye.
Listen closely and you can hear their dreams.
Prayers yet answerd, wishes yet seen.
For they shine like the dying star,
a million miles away.
Yet seen in moments,
reminder of day.
Close your eyes and wish.
but you shall never dream.
For thee insomniac suffers
through what can never be seen.
Jul 20, 2011
Jul 20, 2011 at 8:56 PM UTC
Insomniac, unresting mind.
Lost in loops. No meaning, time.
Craving peace, but finding pain.
Nothing left lost, yet nothing to gain.
Under the magic of the midnight sky,
A child of the moon, under heaven's
watchful eye.
Listen closely and you can hear their dreams.
Prayers yet answerd, wishes yet seen.
For they shine like the dying star,
a million miles away.
Yet seen in moments,
reminder of day.
Close your eyes and wish.
but you shall never dream.
For thee insomniac suffers
through what can never be seen.
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