Losing Sleep,
Where shadows playing too long
Upon the wall,
And music echoes a country song
From down the hall,
Mice are dancing in the back
Hidden corners,
Ants are following a well worn track,
And mourners,
All interrupt.
Forgotten dreams of youth,
Forgiving crimes of truth,
Passions in hope to make,
Lives drawn away to break,
All end abrupt.

The Shadows,
That play against my gray wall,
They don’t move,
They don’t prove,
They don’t let me make a call.
Or invent,
Or prevent,
They are like my emotion,
Slowly go,
Slowly show,
Building anticipation.
In a blend,
Reality and pretend.