A midnight thought

My midnight hour has come

I am awake perhaps to hear the night's darkness whisper wisdom to me

or make me confused more

I am waiting,

Perhaps to say a prayer that will lull me back to sleep

Or make things even worse

Perhaps I am not awake

But in a dream within a dream,

And don't know what to expect from the night

Because my expectations are next to none

I am forever late,

it seems everyone is late,

even our dreams are put on hold,

waiting on a shelf put off for some more hopeful tomorrow

And the hands of the clock point to the inevitable end

In reality, I just walk down the shelf like upon an endless line

trying to make everyone think I am sober and I won't falter

That's how everyone sees me - sober

But in reality, I am drunk

What is real?

It's better to dream and be drunk

Then walk sober without a true aim

The drunks know, the insane know

The fools know. They know the true purpose. The insane who know they are insane.

The normal think they are normal, and what’s worse

They think they are getting better at it.

What foolishness, what roguery to perfect your normality

When it's better to be crazy, to sleep

Perhaps without a dream

And be numb and drowsy to the weariness of the world,

Because there's no change we can make

Perhaps it's better to sleep it off,

Perhaps...