Sleepless
by Deborah Neher
Where do you go
when you turn into yourself,
when your shadow goes from tall to small?
Where do you go when you turn into yourself?
Do you turn into yourself at all?
We're all so terribly busy.
We've got a lot of things to do -
And everything's attached to one wide screen
At work or in the living room.
Can I borrow a cup of plenty?
Can I beg a little breath of relief?
I've been walking this earth for many long years
Ain't nobody called me a thief.
When it all goes from something to nothing
and I turn out the lights for the day,
there's a part of inside that won't be denied
And just has to have something to say.
So I'm tossing till 4 in the morning
and I'm looking some kind of a fright.
You can blame it on me, and I know I'd be free,
If I'd only first sat down to write.
<I had to repost this, because I first posted this in the free verse..
I'm so embarrassed! eek!>