I can sleep the day away like it's lightning from a cloud. I can dream my life away and not get an ounce of rest in return. My days are nights and the knight has left me. I'm in a sullen state of mind and no tears satisfy the river stream. I have far more than enough in life and all I want is to not want more. My desires are stuck on fast-forward while my feet won't budge from this wet cement. I'm a stunted, shifted, stained glass dream and I have nothing to prove my existence. I need the commonalities of others around me but I don't let my feet turn circles even.
All the words hover circles around me. People go about their lives and I ask people to push me. When the time comes, the push shoves, I cry out from within in despair. "Do not touch me! I'm fragile. Handle with care!"
I exploit my emotions as I'm going through the motions. I tilt my head toward corrosion and listen for explosions while it's the inside that's convulsing. I'm nothing short of nothing. I'm the poison inside and I'm the reason to hide. The dreams I flee to just leave me wanting more. The dreams I flee are shattered fragments of myself. I cannot fall asleep myself and wake up someone else. I cannot live a dissipated existence and hope to find indulgence in the mundane. I cannot meet a dress inside my bedroom window.
The words aren't flowing toward the ocean now; they're pushing me upstream.