No dream catcher in this window, sleep escapes tonight.
A weary soul stares on unblinking, helpless to this plight.
Despite the circumstances now, the clock is blank, thank god.
When eyes refuse to close, and vision is unclear,
return insomnia's embrace; wait for tomorrow without fear.
Either choose to lose your mind, or find peace in this madness...
Create, write, read, watch, or just destroy
these nights were so much easier as a boy.
The man cannot possess the energy of youth
it's amazing he's coherent, wide awake to face the truth;
he's rundown at dawn and sundown
Time's changing numbers laugh at the unchanging face
the clock doesn't stop to rest, perhaps it's for the best
with so much to see in this place.
But without some dreams to follow, there's no real place to be
for half-sleeping isn't living, and while present, he's not there
a life once filled with passion is consumed by despair.
The restless nights and daydreams are teasing to the brain.
Sleep rain down on the man, a cure for all the pain.
The drugs don't work, neither does he
no assignments are completed, energy depleted
Eyes open, mind broken, start another day;
Now the tears unspoken fill San Francisco Bay
His animated corpse lies there defeated.
Dead weight, hours of hate, wait til death for change...
Some hidden switch within that will not disengage