Praying To Stay

A blank canvas I see in front of me Thinking of things to paint on thee As I prepare the paints, the brushes, the can full of water I remember the necklace, the watch, the ring that I order For who you ask? No, not for her Days and nights have already passed, why do I even bother? With the brush in my hand I stroke Painting the blank canvas with colors that spoke-- Of memories and fantasies all dreaming of hope All of it vanished, evaporated, the story ended once I awoke Is this really happening? The time stood still A pause for a moment where everything's occurring for real A glimpse of something, for years of yearning Amazed by the revelation of new beginning The clock strikes, back to reality once again Realizing that in this chair, restricted, I remain I know I'm not insane, sometimes it's hard to explain This is slowly killing me, accumulated pain I complain That is it. I'm done. Nothing more I can take I want to go back to sleep, I'm tired of this world of fake As I count sheep, preparing to blast away I can't seem to remember what I did today