
Plausible Delay.
It might be enough for me, so I’ll sleep a little more.
Curled my back diverging inward, while taking my mind a little farther east. I hummed unfinished thoughts and raging means. Only, at this moment it was as real as anything could be. It is enough for me, so I’ll sleep a little more.
I was on a stranger land, but I sync with my surrounding. The room, the bed, the weary lights. It was warmly familiar, in a way. Makes me remember about home, makes me feel like I am home, yet makes me miss home. This gives me an intense warmth on my chest, but a glistening cold on my shoulder. But, it is enough for me, so I’ll sleep a little more.
But, my thoughts are right where they are meant to be. They were playing a little down the east. Freedom by design, they dance and grow. All a long, guided by a mother wishing well. A little protection for a big big adventure. It is enough for me, so I’ll sleep a little more.
Come by midnight, you’ll see my eyes wide open. But, just for a little while. As I found my self tickled by worries and aches. Come by midnight, and you’ll see for the first time, what a dream could do to a man. As worries and aches are dreams birth right companion. But, it is enough for me, so I’ll sleep a little more.
How I wish that world could see through my eyes. So, I’d lay here knowing that the world understands. So, I could turn my back from against the wall, face it, and break with my bare hands. After all, we all just wanted to be understood. But, I wish I don’t have to explain. Because, it is enough for me, and I’ll sleep a little more.
A quarter to sunrise, another window I lied awake. I thought, it was the last time. But, the worries and aches grew stronger by the hour. So, why do I love night time? Why do I wait for the night time? The hours of goodbyes, and let go, and such? I was fundamentally bothered at this hour, but why do I feel grateful? Should it be enough for me? Should I sleep a little more?
World is a mess, and I could only say it as simple as I can. But, the world demands, judges, and decides. The world is a one selfish character indeed. So, why would it care about my dream? my sudden wakes? my worries and aches? But, I will find a way to make peace with you. I’ll ask and ask but never beg. Until one day you might conspire and aligned for a luck on this little boy temporary lifeline. But, until then, it is enough for me, so I’ll sleep a little more.
World is a mess, indeed. But, should I always thank it for one thing. As the mother wishing well grows and proves sovereignty among the blurry lined. So, no matter how far I was astray, a little bit inside me will always believe. So, on these small windows I lied awake, every single night. Washed over by worries and aches. I know, it is enough for me, so I’ll sleep a little more.
The world may have yet to believe. But, I don’t need the world to believe. I just have to be there with a mother wishing well.
It is enough for me, so I’ll sleep a little more.
