insomnia

so as they've laid him down to sleep
their night will hold not 'ere a peep
as he laid there waiting wired awake
for the first trill cries of a world at hate  
the fall of one gave rise to the next

set of pathways that lead him away from the nest  
and a laugh is a cry once you've cried till you laughed  
nine stitches sewn in to save time for the past
searing holes through his soul cigar burns of sorrow
in yesterday's nightmares are the cries of tomorrow

kicking so hard to get out of the shallows
a life saving hand pulled him into the shadows
where behind the worlds stage behind all the curtains
is where he would stay until he was certain
that down a dark alley double cardboard delight

was no longer the best place to sleep for the night
so it's out to the world again theories to test
but again he discovers he's not like the rest
and it's back to the edges where life used to be
in total isolation and perfectly free

he didn't end up there it's a path that he chose
a walk through the sewer in search of a rose
as again he lay waiting for the crying to start
from the world full of sadness that arrives in the dark
it was no time for questions the time was at hand

and he needed to know how to act like a man
responsible for your actions the words that they said  
led to finding new ways to get out of his head
with a soul full of fire and a stock-whip tongue
shooting shots of tequila from a musket gun

he took a few hits though postponed the fight
and silently chose to fade into the night
out through the window he quietly leaped
and that marked the last time this young fellow slept