Thursday, March 28, 2013

the past

If i could get to sleep like i used to
before the world was full
of mass and not imagination
ideas and sand
slipping the hourglass

if I could only dream like I used to
when darkness filled my eyes
and weightless I would fall
to oblivion

if only I could be like I used to
weaker way before the confidence
of surviving this machine
made of flesh and metal

I would wake up