I can't get to sleepI think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications
Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I'll be alright
Perhaps it's just imagination
Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Alone between the sheets
Only brings exasperation
It's time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation
At least there's pretty lights
And though there's little variation
It nullifies the night from overkill
It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it
But take your time, think a lot,
Why, think of everything you've got
For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.
(dans le désordre, forcément)
Pôpa