Awake

I donno f*****g read it you lazy sack.

I'm up at 5:37 on the morning, mind still racing along a track.
They've said a true artist is awake and never asleep to look back.
So I sit and I ponder, dreams pass past my mind.
I slip without slumber and my mind drifts far behind.
I look and I gaze at thoughts one and alike.
I see myself crash into bushes when I first tried a damn bike.
I smoke and I twirl my Brain going to dark.
My stream plaster and posed, it's rigged like bark.
A bird crackles and it shrieks, lost deep in my soul
The weathers not hot, not warm but shivering old.
So I drip down dwelling on the things I could do.
And all I imagine is just staring at you.

So I write and I fester daring to tell a long tale
Of you and of me and all willing to fail.
But it's but a dream to stare at this wall.
For love and its truth still up holds us all
So here we will sit, hold hands and be still
lost in a journey, closed eyes all vision to fill.
I feel all these people, they glare as they stare
Stupid lost meaning just floating in air .
Wondering how one continues to make here to date
But I know, I see and some how it's not fate
Where one day, I and with you is all I can hear
Unexplainable, no words , left mute words near.

So this is as I am. Not perfect but true.
Laughing and lonely a new artist for you.
Let night come as I shine, turn to day as I dime
Lost and found here with you, it's just her and it him.