I’m late and you’re busy,
Talking is an impossibility
You wouldn’t understand all the plans
I have for the day.
You’re hungry? I just ate.
But at least it’s sunny where you are,
Where you stand, or are you lying down?
I scratch at a wall 30 degrees thick,
Feels more like an era.
Not a good time for you is it,
At least tell me your ideas,
Share with me the feelings the air there
Has stirred inside your soul.
No, I have a lot to do,
Has the sun died yet, do you feel it still?
Play in zone, coach says. Stay in your zone,
Never felt so alone.
Too tired to speak, I hang on each word anyway
You’ve had a long day, it’s late there,
Quite dark and so quiet.
Can’t I change it? Forcing sleep to numb,
Only makes it harder, when “night”
Has nowhere near come.
I’ll wish myself sweet dreams thrice too soon.