Creeping along that razor’s edge.
Insect steps on a spider’s web.
So much going on in my head,
I just lay awake in bed.
Sleep in the day
and wake in the dark.
Time to get praying
when the thinking starts.
The seconds and hours
seem so far apart.
It didn’t used to be this hard.
Concentrate,
and I think that I can see you
in the morning
before the light
burns away my dreams.
Is it too late
for us to continue
living all the chances
we could take?
Or we just going to blame
all our mistakes?
I’m no good
at pretending to be happy,
and you’re no good at lying.
When the sun comes up,
and you awake,
you will find me
somewhere close to you
smiling.
DJR – 2023
