Waiting For Sleep

[narrator]

It’s always something
There’s never a “just because”
There’s always a pain
Or a cause to keep me sane

The ceiling fan is pain
Wind across the tender tissue
The sound aloud is pain
Echoing in my brain for reissue

I’m not really doing
No, not at this point
I’m not really being
Beyond seeing at this point

Blurs are only a memory I’ll forget
When tomorrow comes
Just like I slept
But without the relief
Just like I slept
Without the peace

I want to
It won’t let me
Silence is an annoyance

I don’t want
I should though
Tomorrow will only be worse than today

They’ve finally kicked in,
And I begin to wonder
How I get along without these
Man-made peace

It’s possible
I feel it
Just before
I drift off

Sad days only, once more in the fall
Feeling drained away
Tomorrow may not be so bad after all
I don’t ever really have to stay
I take one more and
I go away