There is something
funny about sleeping...
And when you wake up you lose control
To the everyday jarring of reality
And your mind craves sleep and quiet
There is something funny about living
And when you die....
I am still sleeping, dreaming away my life
The consequence of decisions made too early
But were the decisions freely made ?
Or a consequence - inevitable - of events
I will not speak of events.
Horizon - so far away so staight and sharp
I turn to survey my surroundings
Nothing in the distance , nothing close to me
Suddenly the horizon is a noose and closing fast
Reach up to grasp at any hope or straw
fingers closing and finding emptiness
Reach down, another hope, any port
Flesh finds marble cold and hard
But not too fast, as I keep living
Searching up and down and all around
Perhaps one day... (but that is lost hope)
There is something funny in forever sleeping/living/dying
The events horizon.....
