So, it's
two in the morning
and I ain't done
got nothing doing
just waiting for the son
my boy comes a creepin'
at the break of day
the house comes awake
holding fantasies at bay
yeah, so here I sit
just thinkin' of you
got not much goin'
and not much to do
can't write a lick
sure wish I could
but it's one for my baby
and one more for my brood
and people
are asleep...why?
don't they know we sleep most our lives away?
don't they realize that the dream we sleep is really our life
and the life we live is merely a dream?
which, of course, is why I stay awake, sitting here locked in insomnia's
callous embrace.
but if sleep is my chance to dream
then dream me awake, my friend
dream me a life where ex's aren't so bitter
children aren't so needy
folks I propose to aren't so damned far away
and the sun shines steadily in-between few bouts of rain
here and there, just so the grass is green but not too long.
dream a web that can catch emotions
weave them into a dish that can send and receive
beam me up, Scottie.
dream my pain into tomorrow
but have that tomorrow never come
dream a life where migraines don't birth
with deep rending claws
and snapping jaws
and the promise of bludgeoning pain.
dream me a day when my kids will laugh
and play and have a future bright as a sun spot
as cleansing as a fire
and as promised as each new dawn.
dream me a rocker to sit in as I hold her hand
looking back on all of my yesterdays
as they flutter as pretty leaves in the wind
never looked at too closely
never inspected too deeply
always accepted and denied so readily.
dream me into my lover's arms
she with cornflower eyes
and spun gold hair
she with enough love in her smile to
eclipse the brightest star in the galaxy
billions of miles away
in a lifetime far, far away.
dream me back when I was but a child
without cares, without woes
but have it fast forward past the craters
that dot my landscape, side stepping it all
and then create the me I am now
but without the careworn lines
the troubled back
the easy tears
for I am old
too old to be this young
too young to be this broken
of heart and soul
dream me alive
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