I didn’t sleep well last night
I was up tossing and turning
until the earliest morning.
Then I was kept up by the light
of the sun through my window
asking me, “where did the stars go?”
And I find that I am asking the same question to myself
but I cannot find an answer or a hand reaching out to help
So I'll brood in my room, and wait for the impending colossal doom
I'll lay in my bed, and cling to floor to try and slow my spinning head
Another day on the job
just smile politely and take their money
there’s no thought to it honey.
My 23rd winter is coming on
with the snow cold as ever
and nights that are too dark to remember.
And I find that I am asking the same questions to myself.
“Will I ever move on and escape this frigid hell?”
So I'll shiver in my car
and wait for this frozen land to thaw.
Cut the headlights and brace for the fast approaching fall.
I didn't sleep well last night, no.