Thu
Jan
21
A Thief Called Sleep
Last night I lay, eyes closed,
About to go to bed
When the meaning of our dismal lives
Took form in my head
And for those fine few moments
I felt at peace and I said
“I must tell the world these thoughts”
But fell to sleep instead.
And in those moments sleeping
My memory misplaced,
The single greatest string of words
That knew all time and space
Robbed of this,
By a thief called sleep.
Never know what I’ll miss
The night it took my thoughts for keeps
