Sleepless Road

I think my hope has lost its substance So much words for nothing real Just vibrant sounds and laughter To deter the things I feel I think my wit has lost its purpose To contradict what they don’t see But then again I have my riddles To plant suggestions of disease I know my questions don’t hold much reason When every answer’s just the same It’s in the eyes of the beholder It’s in the hands of those that change Too much watching left me stranded Too much silence left me dead But then this always was my purpose The game of rebelling against my head I think my love has lost incentive My heart just wants to sleep All the searching left it empty It’s spent too long counting stray sheep I know that I’ll go crazy If I attempt to find some peace And so I’ll slip into the ending And one more death will bring release