Jan 29, 2012

sick

there is a line
a wall, a visible fence
between my thoughts and reality

all day I lie
and silence common sense
while I really ought to end my vanity

nights go by fast
but daytime is hell
how long will I last
with noone to tell

deep energy rushes
yet soon fades away
darn reality crushes
my dreams for today

and I remain silent
I don’t tell a soul
that I feel tired
and awfully cold