I often lie awake at night
wondering, pondering to myself without distractions light
And sometimes it feels like time is slowing to a creeping crawl
And condemning, damning thoughts creep up down the wall
And my thoughts fly, through sleeps ever thickening fog
And mind creeps though a melatonin bog
REM flickers, like a shuddering kite
My reflections passes like a ship in the night
And when my bitter feelings come to stay
I blink and try to shoo these ill thoughts away
like sailors on a harbor binge
I often think of myself and cringe
Undercovers, and undercover
I nestle to my thoughts like an anxious lover
Time droops and slows like the tidal flow
And the moon lights my way with a lanterns glow
I often lie awake at night
To see the bitter truth of my hindsight
And long before I fall under the sandman's bite
my thoughts will travel like ships in the night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem