Not quite insomnia but
Staring up at all that paint spattered darkness and waiting
For the Pollock drizzle to form a coherent design
To offer up a concrete solution
It skitters into dancing pitter patter and
you know deep down those speckles will never
tie together
in that desired constellation of destiny
It will always be a mish mash
giggling at you as you try to sleep
For the Pollock drizzle to form a coherent design
To offer up a concrete solution
It skitters into dancing pitter patter and
you know deep down those speckles will never
tie together
in that desired constellation of destiny
It will always be a mish mash
giggling at you as you try to sleep