10052 nights you’ve slept through
They were much younger
When you were younger
Filled with exhilaration
Of anticipation
Of rejuvenation
Of salvation
No stars are shining in the sky now
You no longer howl at the moon
You’re alone, packless, restless
The reprieve you sought so keenly
Never was present in your dreams
Unawokenland is nothing
But a cemetery
Of sorrowful joys
Of desparate hopes
Of impossible possibilities
And dreams are just
Prospective funerals you attend to
Live in, believe in these mares too long
They’ll consume your reality,
As your consciousness unravels
It reveals the tattered, threadbare world