Cannot sleep, cannot dream
Trying my best to get by
And I just wonder why...
It already feels like winter again
You give a little nod my way
I send a little smile back
And I wonder where this will ever get me...
It feels like I'm sleeping standing up
Lunar tick, lunar tock
I have a bunch up in my sock
It's like an itch I cannot find
Going out of my mind
Thinking of things I should not
Lunar tock, Lunar tick
My head is fevered and I'm sick
It's like a pain that is a pleasure
And a trap that is a treasure
Yet my eyes cannot avert from your direction
Sleep little lad, tired and confused
Life isn't such a puzzle
Is it time to be amused
Or time to wear a muzzle?
Yet to speak, to whisper of such things
Is the pattern of paupers and kings
And prisoners who dream of their freedom
If you frolic, if you play,
Maybe a moment or a day
All you knew could fly away
In a tornado
But what is it that keeps you bound
Paper from trees, chains at the knees
Or a truer place that you've found?
Up in the air where the Looney bird hollers
And the eyes of thousand lashes bat
I sit on the cloud of contemplation
Wearing my tall, dunce cap
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Wonderland
PoetryPoetry inspired by the works of Lewis Carrol. These poems explore the oddities of life through the perspective of a subtle madness. Enjoy. All content in this book is under copyright laws and may not be reproduced in any way without express permissi...
