Of scribbled art and a painted wall
And courses flunked and aced in fall
Of angry words regretted later
And kinder ones that didn’t matter
Thoughts fly in and sleep doesn’t.
Of the car from years back
And the one parked outside
One that drove itself
And the one that I don’t drive
Thoughts fly in and sleep doesn’t.
Of lost friends and murdered affection
Deads and their forgotten whispers
Voices singing in my living room
Maa’s breakfast in the family home
Thoughts fly in and sleep doesn’t.
Of stress at work and putting a fight
And learning to strum the guitar right
Of being on time and getting things done
Trekking to the lake under the winter sun
Thoughts fly in and sleep doesn’t.
Of dark hearts and the golden ones
Of breaking them and mending some
A love that wasnt meant to be
And one that’s ancient and always is
Thoughts fly in and sleep doesn’t.