sleepless

sleepless

The night dances on his pupils
burning bright towards the morning
A brain that has no brakes
first gear is of no help
Restless wandering through childhood
when did it all go wrong?
The future lacks meaning
leads to another tomorrow
Butterflies in the glade, once he was one of them
Promises not kept
Now he is the only one left.
The dell is a housing estate built for the poor
who has no choice?
Pretty butterflies turn into a moths
The night is the only thing you have got
consciousness is harmful and brings no sleep