Rest With Me
February 13, 2007
I am swallowed by sleepiness;
Yawns eat me alive.
Lying like the dead, my body bleeds into the earth,
Creating fertile soil.
Maybe I will grow a plant here
And name it Luna,
For the moon is the only force that moves me
From this very spot which shelters me so.
Did I tell you about my friend?
-a tree; he died.
And now a hard wooden chair awaits
In an office building full of progress and chips.
Where is this world going so fast?
And who is the man
-he wont rest.
Keeps running, and he makes the world spin.
I wait for the day that he is tired too,
And will come sit on this grassy spot
With me
And laugh.
Yawns eat me alive.
Lying like the dead, my body bleeds into the earth,
Creating fertile soil.
Maybe I will grow a plant here
And name it Luna,
For the moon is the only force that moves me
From this very spot which shelters me so.
Did I tell you about my friend?
-a tree; he died.
And now a hard wooden chair awaits
In an office building full of progress and chips.
Where is this world going so fast?
And who is the man
-he wont rest.
Keeps running, and he makes the world spin.
I wait for the day that he is tired too,
And will come sit on this grassy spot
With me
And laugh.
