Amongst the Sleeping
By
day,
The
land moves around us – we’re driving
Some
say,
You
only know where you’re going – when you get there
I’m
sure,
The
engine will hold out – I’m arrogant like that
We
know,
Nothing
last’s forever – that at least is mutual
By
night,
The
land moves much quicker – we’re racing
Some
wait,
And
fall off the rails – consuming
You
take,
As
if I’ll keep on giving – I won’t, I’m sorry to say
We
know,
Nothing
happens suddenly – as all this aching proves
I
wait,
To
avoid the crossfire – if only it worked like that
Surround
sound makes waves interpreted by something beyond us
Can
science ever contemplate the feelings that we all take for granted?
In
surround sound, I’ve found, dreams, are not for the living
So
come regress and find it’s best to live, amongst the sleeping
