wakeful

Wakeful

 

The night is endless the pupils of his eyes

are alert and free of sleep, will he make it through the night?

A brain without brakes, first gear not of any help,

restless wandering through childhood, where did it

all go so wrong?

The future is now tomorrow is an incident a lack of meaning

and only leads to another tomorrow.

A swarm of butterflies in the glade he was one of them

promises not kept and now he is the only one left

the dell has turned into a housing estate built for the poor

for those who have no choice.

Butterflies so pretty have turned into a moth fly now

you are alone in the darkest of nights, consciousness

is harmful and brings no sleep.

◄ the love

beware of colours ►

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