The Deepest Sleep

Another morning comes for me before the sun has graced the sky
I sit in the darkness wondering when I’ll catch up on my sleep at night
I’d have to sleep for weeks to make things square I guess so it’ll never come
And so I sit every day in the blackest night waiting for the sun

Sometimes the tears find my eyes and I just sit and let them come
And spill to the floor but I no longer weep and wail
What is left to weep for when you’re at the end of time
The weeping is for the living when you know that you’ll soon die

I sit in the darkness and tears roll down my face into the night
Hours to go until the sun will climb up high enough for me to see the light
I could turn on the lamp but what is new for me
I’ve seen these pens and paper many times before it’s nothing new to me

Months ago a million thoughts would fill my head
As the sun finally made its way through the Toronto sky
But no answers ever came to me
So now I don’t even think as the darkness fills the day

Another morning comes who’s more surprised now them or me
And they hem and haw and say nothing at all it’s no surprise you see
I’ve been hours in the dark and they just got here now to talk to me
I wonder how they slept while I sat with the darkest part of the day to see

It buries me
And I can’t sleep
The darkness comes
The deepest sleep