Izzy Mitchell...

Lying in my bed till five a.m.,
Awake in every sense 
Except the one that’s meant for feeling. 
I’ve never seen the point of sleeping in,
If you can’t escape reality
Then what’s the point in dreaming?

If you walk through life with a cautious step, 
You will die wishing 
That instead of jumping,
You had leapt. 
Though for fear of breaking your legs,
Your feet never left the ground at all.

 

How could I forget your name?
Remember a few years ago, when we were basically the same...
person in line, waiting for the day
that we would rule the world.

Young and afraid,
we dove headfirst into waves.

Plastic faces.
Cardboard walls.
Picket fences,
with kids that crawl
around them changing places and
fixing the posture of their dolls.

But when playtime’s done and over,
they are left without a care.

I hate it when things are wasted.
wasted space,
wasted money,
wasted time,
wasted emotion,
wasted energy.
And yet I wasted all that I had on you. 
 

Catch me if you can,
running circles in my head
and fearing what is being said
in my mind again.
Contemplating medication
or a different sedative,
something stronger to make me feel blind again.