Lost
dreams, forgotten substance
Just
a ripple reaching out behind the eyes,
(almost)
undetected.
The
subconscious and conscious
alarm
bells go unanswered
(reach around and hit the snooze button
one more time)
And
we wonder why we bother?
If
butterfly wings can do it
Surely
hope is just imagination,
Wishful
thinking—
Sleep,
philosopher!
(five more minutes)
This
must be a match made in heaven,
We
are antithesis—
No,
yes—
To
what? We dare not speculate
the
cause, the answers,
maybe
not the question.
Is
it time to sleep forever?
Not
today, not today.
