By myself, pondering, nothing at all to do
  Night has fallen, lateness has overcome
The thoughts of her have raced through,
She's not here, so
No reason to stop them.
My own company tonite.
  As the breeze blows through the screen,
The full moon helps the candle light the room.
I laugh at myself,
and at what I have done throughout the day.
I prop my feet
And there she is again
Constant as the breeze, soothing and gentle.
On my own, until the day breaks again.

I went to sleep and woke up a man
Time was out of sequence with the details of my plan
  And as days grow longer and I get older
Time sped up, as my past now longer, than when I began
As the history of my life unravels quietly,
The noise I planned to make, is muffled by my reality.
While part of life, not quite old enough to fear death.
But I am scared of not living, that I almost kept.
As time waits for no one, a selfish fixture unto itself,
Constantly moving forward, building it's historical wealth

I went to sleep and woke up an adult
Time enhancing the details of the memories I was dealt.
  And as days grow shorter and I get older,
Time continues as I look back at my decisions and their results.
I continue to look, if Any dreams were fulfilled.
Some where, without question, but too many were nil.
Dreams of youth taken over by life and circumstance
Taking steps as life's partner, didn't always know how to dance
But time will hound you, it's bite stronger with age
As all of my ideas and memories just blend and fade.

I went to sleep and woke up a kid
I got tired of time, so I closed my eyes and hid.
And as days get numbered as I grow older
Dreaming made time back up, so that's what I did.

Can't feed my body, can't feed my mind.
I know you're right, but I will not eat.
Cram me with your ideas, but the knowledge of the truth escapes you.
I cannot feed off of your lies, therefore I starve.
The empty calories of deceit tear at me so I cannot swallow.
I seek the nourishment to fill my body, stick to my soul.
Yet, I am left abandoned, withering in displaced blame.
For, it is not that I refuse to eat, it is You who refuses to feed me with what I require, for what I quest.
My thirst cannot be quenched by some sugar coated incantation.
It must be  supplied with the nourishment of reality.
So as I heave at the garbage that is set forth to me, I continue on my journey for enlightenment.
I shall be tagged anorexic, but it is only my hunger that needs to be fed, forgetting what the truth tastes like.