Revisiting the Ideas I Keep To Myself

If I sleep tonight Then tomorrow is mine My mind whirrs in and whirrs out Tomorrow could be mine But for tonight And the timeslip of melancholy Sitting in various chairs Contemplating the absence of dreams Whilst holding in my hands Knowledge that perpetual slumber is a future regret Snow White, in her glass coffin Alive but dead Because the power to wake her up Given to someone else Waiting as if dead, to live The linear path of life Creates the chance of enlightenment But we obsess that the past could be better And squander the now doing so Today I am awake To shake off the melancholy Squander less Live more