In the hour before day is when i think the most.
Is this the deciding hour that the sun should begin to rise?
Should the clouds begin to spread?
Is this the deciding hour to begin the day and wake the rested?
Do they dream of what is in the bag they reach into
baring no sight.
Trusting that gods great mercies will keep them safe?
Do they know that there is a stranger envying them?
Envious to the fact that they can sleep.
That they can dream, where they taste and feel.
They taste and feel the salted sweet taste of freedom.
Not limited to think about what they need to change about themselves.
Their not analyzing their lives and the mistakes they've made.
And how to correct them.
They dont wonder why they haven't heard their phone ring.
Their not crying because of loneliness.
Why?
Because their fast asleep, just as the should be.
I wish that it could be that easy.
For me at least.
Have you ever wondered that while your fast asleep in your bed,
that on the other side of the country.
Better yet: the other side of the world is Alive.
Moving fast to get sucked in the "Mid-morning hustle"
Cranking in broken hours of lying awake fighting for sleep but it never comes.
They crank their systems with useless caffeine.
Its funny.
Like "ah-ha!" funny.
-You clawed at you empty eyes last night for them to close,
and for them to enjoy the time they had to rest.
But instead of making time for rest,
you battle your temptations to indulge in alittle "Mid-morning hustle" sleep.
Ironic no?
I bet they wished they could just escape the constant tug of their eyelids.
Like the Troll under the bridge, that Dora the Explorer
always seems to meet at ever bridge she faces.
Oh how i need sleep more then i need these drugs,
-that i dont take, i might add.
to keep me sane.
But you know what would be nice?
Id love it if i just went on a suicidal rampage.
Wouldn't that just be jolly good fun?
 A t e l i c E n i g m a · Sat Aug 15, 2009 @ 04:38am · 0 Comments |
