Wouldn't it be grand to sleep forever?
To ride on the crests of dreams forever?
to take the heaviness of life away
and never suffer another day
No more sorrow, no more joy
gone would be love's fickle toys
No longer would I long for you
or hope one day, you'd love me too
To no longer have to be pushed to seams
of living someone else's dreams
to simply exist as a watery thought
deep below the pain and distrought
but as I open my wretched eyes
I come to painfully realize
to sleep is to die, to die ,give in
and either way I'd never win
so I heave this worn down vessel
to face the world, which I must wrestle
and thus I steer sadly towards the way
of another hopeless, waking day.