These days I can’t even wake up with a dry pillow
And it’s not like I even ever get some sleep.
The stress is building up
Eyelids too heavy
They lighten up upon the mere thought of sleep
Feels like I’m too tired to sleep.
As y’all lay in your cozy beds,
Dreaming about your love lives, bright future,
I lay on this floor.
Pen in hand, scribbling these lines,
Hoping that as the ink finds a resting place in the bossom of the paper
I might find rest on the cold hard floor.
I play my favorite songs,
But my mind never fails to awaken to wave at the familiar melodies
It never fails to realize that the next line is one of its best friends
So it has to get up and place a call to the mouth, its closest comrade
To say the line out loud
I play songs I cannot vibe to,
Slow, melody filled, without a lot of words
But it’s only then that my brain knows it loves the art of beat making
It dissects every single aspect of the beat
Instrument after instrument, pitch after pitch,
It lays each one of them to sleep in the dying of my phone’s battery.
But my eyes are still open.
Finally, my eyes start to get heavy
And my dumb self lightens up at the thought of finally getting sleep.
My eyes are heavy with tears,
Which formed because my sub conscious thought about my life
How messed up it is
How bleak and unrealistic my future is
How my dreams are just going to remain just dreams
But since I never get some sleep,
Can I even dream?
I would go into the specifics of my life
But I just heard the cock crow,
Another day, sigh
So perhaps I will do that tonight.