Sleepless He walks sleepless in a dream his feet on marble floors of stone His eyes are tired from seing, believing that surely he is alone He wanders sleepless the streets of a forgotten town beneath the highway of stars His mind is weary from thinking, reflecting on how to mend his aching scars He walks sleepless in a reality behind his eyelids his skin burns against the ground His consciousness blurs, he'll soon giv up trying to find what he never found
1998 © Ingvild Gregersen
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