there are days that I wonder
what? what for?
there are days that I long for sleep
and to sleep forevermore.
it’s not death that I desire
nor am I wrought by
suicidal tendencies.
it’s escape from the madness
of this broken world
with all of its dependencies.
there is a wood right outside
my back door.
if I could I would lay me down
and sleep forevermore.
it’s not my death for I’m afraid
nor is it my life
that I hold so dear,
it’s love that always
haunts and taunts me
threatening me to disappear.
yes, there are days that I wonder
what? what for?
I’ve tried to sleep but have only failed
shall I wake forevermore?
