There’s an alarm clock in my head
Going off and I can’t reach the
Button up on top to shut it
Up and go back to bed for just
A few more minutes
Drowning out all the other sounds
From my waking dreams and
Narcoleptic tendecies telling me
It’s time to open my eyes and
Wake up to face the sky
But I’m so mad and frustrated
That I can’t even see straight
And this rest has been so pleasant
That I want to still be asleep
Laying in that lush meadow
For hours at a time idling
Myself with lonely thoughts
Just to make the passage of time
Seem all the quicker to incarceration
That I won’t ever get out from
Because those dreams I’m keen to
Have been so heavenly and their
Hospitality to this thought felon
Has been quite nice indeed
Maybe I should get up and thank them
But I can’t get out of bed
Can’t escape this dreamland
I fear that I’m digging a hole
Just to put a mattress in it
Like I can’t sleep any other way
It’s like I need to be under attack
Or passed out, drained, from
Digging all day to feel like I’ve
Earned a couple hours of rest
So when I wake I don’t want to leave
It means I have to make my bed
Means I’ve got to say my last goodbyes
To all the people I met in the night
And all the places they showed me
While only distant suns brought light
Not that waking life is any different
Or really all that bad
I simply lack the motivation
To not lay in bed feeling sad
So drained, after such long days
Wishing I lived in Spring always
When clouds break a little bit
Letting light shine through the
Winter bleak and daze, I’m parched
But in Winter it seldom comes
And I can lie and say that the season
Did this to me on this red Thursday
In early March, it’s really what I
Haven’t done that’s made this urge
To make a sun when I need to
To shut that alarm clock in my head
Off
And get some really strong
Coffee to drink
To be the red sun rising and never set
I need to
Get out
Of
Bed
Consume Reality! 