Bed-stage

Bed-stage

O my bed, tell me what am I going to do?

For the sun is sure to wake up with the clock.

I have courage and energy this night for you,

Until the dawn will rise and mock;

I was somebody till this time

Until the day took away everything I had,

I will wake up to a new crime.

Continue in the living, good or bad,

How weak is my sense now it’s fallen like a tree,

A new search will start when it fakes to be free.

I heard an owl howling by, can hear the crickets roar

Times to this time o please if I could pay you more.

My stamps be snatched with it will go the right,

I’d recall how much I willed to spend, for this unwilling night.

In the morning the darkness will shout wouldn't know what to do,

The forgotten I will screech for help, without the slightest clue!

I know this night will stay so warm, in this ever youngster

The day so cold, will paint me like a bold impostor.

Every night I lie in stage that wakes me up anew,

The morning screen puts that in sleep and snatches all I knew!

03 January 2015