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Who knows how long |
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I've stood here... |
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Or how many times. |
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I may wander, but |
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I will return, |
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The same time each night. |
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For running water plays the score to this scene. |
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I stand and stare into the mirror. |
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This has become so familiar to me, |
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Because I no longer rest where |
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I used to sleep. |
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A handful of water to cool your face will be the only comfort you'll know. |
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So pick up your heart and run for your life. |
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To drain your body of all it's energy. |
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For heavy steps on a quiet path, |
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Is the sound of earning your rest. (Clean) |
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Try to sleep on the other side of the room. |
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Forget all the time you have lost |
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For it's the insight...that kills you. |
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This night will end, |
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Only to begin again. |
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And nothing will change until the change of the seasons |
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Many months away. |
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The night is long, |
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Exhausted |
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I make my way home. |
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As the earliest of those begin their day, |
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I finally begin to sleep. |
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This strain that resolves in me, |
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Truly has come at a cost, |
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For the rain, that falls on me, |
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Was drawn, from the sea of immeasurable loss. |
