In a city that never sleeps

Where mind becomes insomniac

From thoughts

And people

And things never said

You wake up zombie when the alarm rings

 

You know you need rest

But staying up thinking about

What tomorrow will bring to you

No matter how chameleon it may be

Like on a shape shifting yesterday

 

In a city that never sleeps

At 2:39 AM

Eyes become heavy

Like lids weighed down by stone

But the mind does not shut down

But teaching how to dream with eyes open

While thoughts run rampant inside this mind of mine

And floats in ocean water inkwells

And paper…

– W.I.B.