Renegade Reality
Stuck in a feeling, bring up this rearing.
Follow suit, or get the boot.
Caught between places, there are too many faces.
Don't know how to ask, my needs are in a flask.
Break the glass, and its all just wasted.
Keep it shelved, and forever not tasted.
Sickening my self to sleep, if that ever comes,
I will try to keep.
Gorging in this cunning proposal of weary sky,
I look to the birds, and wish to fly.
Still counting sheep alone, the dark one in the herd won't ever see his home.
"Enough of this madness!" I tell myself, rambling my thoughts, scrambling to fight a battle not fought.
I look to the shelf, the books not placed, it could all fall down and be a disgrace.
Going back and forth pacing my eyes, I am a man of my word, yet always in disguise.
I seldom ask for help, sleep is for the weak, I care too much and that is what I speak.
Copyright © Jeromy Zimmer | Year Posted 2014
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