I haven't slept in days

I'm not sleepy tonight
and I know I might
walk into evenings streets
to find its pleasing treats
but its not a night for me
just something to the eye
and they sneak sly
and we wonder why
broken roads of smoky pasts
and beaten paths
its been tested
my soul is rested
and ready to run
underneath the setting sun
and now I will leave
and I haven't slept in days


No I haven't slept
nor have I weep or wept
and over no cracks have I stepped
and as I crept
into winds gaze
there came a thick a foggy haze
my mind is now a maze
it could last for days
its a bit crazy
of this I am sure
and I will lure you
into the abyss
you know not what you miss
inside the old-world beauty
and now I will run
I haven't wept for days

I'm bored out of my head
staring at pictures of the dead
crisp is the wind, the leaves turning red
and there's nothing left to do
but talk to you
or whoevers listening
to the voice of the singing
and a blue-eyed stare
lovely shiny things casting a glare
I need a scare
waving my flare
my skin, it is bare
and I am pulling my hair
looking for anywhere
and now I will sing
and my ears haven't rang in days


I am weary as the war
make my bed upon the floor
inside locked doors
and when I awake
they'll think I am crazy
so lazy
so amazing where you'll go
but the spots where in my way
and there is nothing id say
to defend
or to mend
my reputation
broken pillars
are holding me up
and now I will hide
and my tongue hasn't sang in days

My lips are dry
my eyes are dreary
and they don't see clearly
one of them just turned 82
the other is with me in youth
ripe age of 18
lost in timeless rhymes of the past
cast into past times
when nickels and dimes
could buy a hearts desire
and being social wasn't like walking on a wire
high above the fire
oh I wasn't born to see
but its written in history
and I can dream
or so it would seem
we've talked to long
so now ill bleed
and I haven't ran days


candy-coated happiness
and chemical experiments
the essence
of one days past
we held it fast
but it runs through
the number-colors in your mind
its hard to find
but you can spot it
by its shiny spinning-bliss
and if you shoot straight as you look
you cant miss
I must insist
in the free trade halls
behind these walls
is something that used exist
and now I will live
and I haven't thought in days

i'd wonder through life's forest
a knife behind my hand
its all in the plan
I do not want to get lost
in the mornings bitter frost
and survive
at the cost
running in time
with the silhouette of shadows
with the windows of sun-worming rays
and the children laughing and gay
paying no attention
they are careless to what we say
in this play
called life
so now I will sulk
I haven't fought in days


the trees are all dead
broken by what they said
our protection is getting lost
but I guess that's the cost
selfishly given our loss
but they wouldn't hear
with there stubborn ears
and as bullets start to rain
running through there brain
driving us insane
bombing crashing planes
falling from the sky
to the ground where they die
they who say they love peace
are the first to release
an angry rage
so lets turn the page
and hope
that this isn't the end
we'll begin again
and peace will over flow the streets
to all those we meet
in this human race
scarred of only saving face
now I will cry you to sleep
I haven't felt in days.