In the summer time when I don't sleep, I take late night walks and early morning photography sessions. These are the things that run through my mind in verse.
Get up go out
stay out till it's night out
it's like i'm twisting a cap
and pouring from it's bottle
a constant stream of white out
that creates a blur of reality
leaving me to wonder of the causalities
of my attraction to lying awake asleep
The darkest day is my brightest night
spreading my wings and taking flight
as I walk on the pavement of midnight
sidewalks of the city's streets at 4 AM
and when I come back inside and I look
from my balcony wondering "why can't this be
what I let it be?"
because I know that it's fake
since I lie awake and asleep....
I can walk the edges of being wide
awake and being in a dream
just don't let me sleep,
and I can be with the wondrous things I want to see
like being in a faint but vivid dream
and as I walk outside in broad daylight
everything seems bright and clear
but as I think as it is
the wind whispers in my ear
"these thing are not as they appear,
your still in that state of your dreams
as you are awake"
so as I decide I say aloud
"I would rather myself reside inside
for I cannot deal with such frivolous
things in this near but far of a faint dream.".
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