Mostly Dead (mostlydead) wrote,
Mostly Dead
mostlydead

sleep walking

as my heart has been sleeping
keeping dreams in subconscious illuminations
I forget how it feels to be awake and alive
so accustomed to a lack of sensation

I don't even realize how numb I've become
and the waking is a painful realization
that so much potential is lost to the tide
of time and the lack of observation

all the life I've missed
lips I might have kissed
hearts I might have known
ways I might have grown

all the friends I've lost
there's no counting cost
just the chance to wake up
to live alive at last
for there is no make up
for life that has passed
and all the pity
just wastes more time
don't look for sense
just let it rhyme

and if the dream of love is never shared as it could be
may I enjoy each moment as if it is eternity
to feel the passion of desire and aching agony
of knowing all I've still got left inside of me
that will never be shared in the peaceful serenity
of sleep walking through life in fantasy
pretending I don't know all that could be

but I've been alive
feeling magic shining down from stars above
I've been alive
part of infinite eternal endless love
I've known the moment
that the purest fairy tales are made of
and the torturous pain of losing that shuts one down
smothered, like putting a hand in a glove

and wondering why everything seems just out of reach
out of touch with the self and the senses
dormant, like a sailboat on a beach

you don't even realize how numb you've become
and the waking is a painful realization
that so much potential is lost to the tide
of time and the lack of observation

all the life you've missed
lips you might have kissed
hearts you might have known
ways you might have grown

all the friends you've lost
there's no counting cost
just the chance to wake up
to live alive at last
for there is no make up
for life that has passed
and all the pity
just wastes more time
don't look for sense
just let it rhyme

it doesn't make a difference if it's you or me
when we're asleep there is no real identity
just illusion and pretending and fantasy
and maybe some sad memory of how it used to be

but all the pity
just wastes more time
don't look for sense
just let it rhyme
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