Reflections At Midnight
Reflections at Midnight
while spending sleepless hours
like they were nothing but small change.
By day my mind swells
with that old '50s song I heard
down at the antique mall,
and keeps repeating it
over and over.
Then at night my brain
has to obsessively
has to obsessively
recycle every trivial event
happening in my life
and repeating that routine
over and over.
Admission to this movie
is free to adults.
I envy the children
sleeping so soundly
sleeping so soundly
after a day of play.
As for me, I ask myself,
when do I get to sleep?
It feels like I'm sucked
into a whirlpool
of infinite dreams,
like I'm caught
in a cycle of infinite regressions,
in a cycle of infinite regressions.
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