The Ideas I Keep To Myself

If I sleep tonight What can I make of tomorrow As my mind whirrs in and whirrs out But I'm still made time for How do I categorise this mood Perhaps melancholy There's surely been a time and place slip I don't know how I got here Living the dream written down on the folded piece of paper But instead of whooping Sitting in various chairs Contemplating the absence of dreams I need to wake up This perpetual slumber is a future regret How do I open my eyes I'm Snow White In the glass coffin Unable to hear what those gathered are saying Following linear paths doesn't work You've left before you knew you arrived I can stop now Use the idea of cycling round again To wake up I'll slide along again whilst sleeping It's a terrible idea To stay awake In this mood I'll go for less carbs tomorrow Perhaps that'll do the trick