I have not gotten more than four hours of sleep a night in over two years, with the single exception being the time you held me to you, moulded me to your body and let me settle, perfectly fit against you like clay. My only reprieve was your presence beside me that night.
But as you were my reprieve, I was your escape. A temporary solution to a long-term problem that you were not yet ready to address: the weight of it remained in the shadows of that night and the days that followed, the weeks we spent together and the nights I longed to be cradled against you once more.
I ignored it the way one ignores an expiration date... hesitantly paying attention at first, then slowly becoming secure in the false-hope that maybe that day will never come, that things will simply last forever.
I have been getting high Waking up without a clear ending of the last night Living in the present until I can fly To a new world, of new forms To a new world, with reform So I don’t have the burden of truth that I must succumb to Do not have to prove my worth to anyone if I don’t want to To just float around and kiss the cheeks of many Not a servant of capitalism, no thoughts of pennies Or nickels, just the dime that caught my eye Just a leaf that sits on the breeze Someone destined for me Who I will find in the time My karma coming to my side No negativity only prizes Whatever falls down will continue rising