Yours Truly
Here I lie in the field of dreams but sleep wont come for me,
Restless I shall stay ‘til good fortune seeps away,
And there’s nothing but myself to keep me sane,
The path of opportunity stretching out in front of me,
Only goes so far,
Blocked by a fallen tree,
No string to lead the way for me,
The sign-posts have no words to read,
No friend to hold my hand,
And no eyes to watch me bleed.
Everyone sleeps peacefully,
Dormant souls surrounding me,
Search for souls awake to be,
Companion to yours truly.
Here I lie in the field of dreams but sleep wont come for me,
Restless I shall stay ‘til good fortune seeps away,
And there’s nothing but myself to keep me sane.
Copyright © J Sprinkles | Year Posted 2011
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