real

Your existence is only so real
Curled up on the cusp of what I feel
Punch your clock and seal the deal
One more week to have your meal
Trapped in orbit without a care
This world is only as real as it seems
I strain to scream in my nightmares
I forget to remember all my dreams
Oh no
Here we go
From the bowels of sleep
You have no warrant to wake me
So please just let me be

I grab the stream of thought with all my might
In spite of indifference and all that’s right
You take a sideline seat for the night
Take heed we don’t have long
A turnstile for the numbers
That have come and gone
A hand to hold the light

There is only so much
My eyes can see
That my grasp can touch
Senses of what used to be

Walk over sheets of glass
Try your luck on water
For what its worth
Only eternity lasts forever
Nevermore

Squeals of the tire
The last black spot on the map
Peals of laughter
We’ll be getting back to that
Soon after

© 2009 by Matt Bonham