Keeping the eyes closed.
Have I been sleeping? Well Figuratively speaking. A brush of glow on the outsides of shadow. Silhouette of a thought now creeping and creeping. An inch for a yard I've let go of the ropes. The reigns were too tight for such little hopes. I've made my bed now where I've been sleeping. Well figuratively speaking. Decade gone by and I've never tempted to fly. I left it behind resting black eye. I feel the warmth emitted from others. I feel the warmth ommited by another. I tried to commit but only found covers. I had to submit to never recover. As my bones undress, begging and creaking. I'm left unfamiliar but desperate and seeking. I feel I have just woken, from this dream. Well Figuratively speaking. Is there another whose eyes are now just open. To take a look at me, emotion unbroken. Scattered out we could find all our pieces and shave off the edges as the heart size increases. Yet seems impossible as I'm covered in mud. Walking but not moving pressing the flood. So I'll lay vacant with my mind yet to waken. As I fear I'll keep sleeping. Well Figuratively Speaking.