Nothing

Killing time alone, waiting for the sun,
Nothing else to do, I’ve got nowhere to run,
I’m trapped in my insomnia, and I’m almost undone,
Nothing else is new, and nothing has begun.
I cannot find my dreams.

Waiting,
I’m here creating,
Nothing works,
I need sedating
But the problem,
That I’ve been facing,
Is that the god-damned night is so embracing.

Nothing more to say, I’ve spoken every word,
Nobody listening, and my voice stays unheard,
This place is so devoid, as if I’ve been interred,
I’m stuck here on the ground, like a flightless bird,
I cannot reach my dreams.

Waiting,
I’m here creating,
Nothing works,
I need sedating
But the problem,
That I’ve been facing,
Is that the god-damned night is so embracing.

Falling through the dark, nothing left to see,
If I could touch my dreams, I’d pay any fee,
Flying amongst the stars, the sky’s a floating sea,
I’d feel so alive, but it’s not meant for me.
I cannot feel my dreams.

I can’t find my dreams.