And I won't sleep with socks on,
I'm scared I might dream.
And I won't set my alarm clock,
I'm scared of its scream.
And did you know that sleeping in peace,
is a condition of the weak?
I rest aggressively and restlessly and only in 3's.
Dreams pass straight through my head and out my feet.
Into the dead space of my home, between walls and under beds.
Where it's fast and safe and sound asleep and unaware of any threat.
And did you know that inspiration strikes at 3am?
I'm blessed, I'm cursed, I write it down before I fall asleep again.
Dreams pass straight through my head and out my feet.
In the middle of the night, I'm floating outside at the edge of my driveway, I'm glowing in the moonlight and I'm thinking about my neighbors all asleep in the same way, atop a second story staircase, in the distance there's a train saying; travels can be made by the sleeping or awake, and your medicine will help clear the fear from your veins, and your bones no longer ache, your walls no longer cave... breathing gets deeper when your bodies are safe.
