These days are a vivid purple
Each one merges into the other
Restless times in simmering thought
With no crisp edges
Blurred but intense.
Every morning I awake
My head stinks of yesterday
Cluttered memories fall from my dreams
Performing like actors in a play.
The hours are eternal
And the evenings are always ablaze
Faces where masks in the darkness
Everyone is out of control
Yet no one says a word.
Can't you hear the cries of the future?
In my dreams I stand in the road
Transfixed by my fears
That thunder in the distance
The seventh wave is always the biggest