The things that plague us in our subconscious...
random firings of the brain?
Nightmares about spiders and things that fall apart.
I'm held captive by thoughts of every failure.
Waking up too early.
And sleeping too late.
Saved by morning and consciousness.
By breakfast and sunshine.
Is there redemption in waking?
I'm held captive by thoughts of every imagined failure.
Unintentionally roused too early.
And sleeping too late.
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