Staring deep into the heart of the cold and foggy night
I recognize the sandman will soon be here
To relieve my eyes of such a lovely sight
And all they may fear
My vision fades to black as I pretend to sleep
Next to an anxious clock that has decided to swing
Tonight is not the night for counting sheep
Every toss and turn leads to just one more thing
And they wonder, can we go there?
Can we go there, too?
I want to go there
I just can’t go there right now
But I’m at this roadblock waiting
Waiting for you
Standing out beneath the city light
Cars drive by; my face is a blur
Trying to find faith in what is right
On a search for the almighty cure
And I’m standing here shaking
Beneath this coat I can’t help but shiver
Counting the breaths you’re taking
Leaving me with only a sliver
And they wonder, can we go there?
Can we go there, too?
I want to go there
I’m trying to go there now
But I’m at this roadblock waiting
Waiting for you
Red, yellow, and green try to tangle my mind
Telling me to lose a goodbye to find a hello
I search the premise unsure if I’ll like what I find
But colouring outside the lines is the only way to know
And they wonder, can we go there?
Can we go there, too?
I want to go there
I should be there by now
But I’m at this roadblock waiting
Waiting for you
But I’m at this roadblock waiting
Still waiting for you.
The Captain's Speech 
Ugh Paul, so lovely. Made me tear up a bit.
The counting sheep also reminded me of my insane insomnia issues and how I should really try to fix that.
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Falling asleep was so much easier when we were kids and never wanted to sleep, wasn’t it?
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I definitely took it for granted. Now I just stare at the ceiling until I realize 6 hours have passed and it’s 3am. One of the most frustrating things.
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That’s too true.
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Paul, the Sandman just left here totally depressed. He told me that my posts will put him out of business. So that’s probably why he’s late. He read my recent post and overslept.
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This could be an opportunity for you! If you start marketing your site as “More effective than the Sandman” just imagine how many people will be in your attic!
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Oh, it’s already too cluttered up there. Still, the idea that my blog could be the cure for insomnia that the world has been waiting for, does tempt me to consider the financial possibilities. Pay…you are genius! ;D
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You’re doing an amazing job, killin’ it with each new post! Also, this one made me cry a little bit.
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Really? Not you too!
Thanks though! Was one of my favourites I’ve written so far.
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I’m a big crybaby haha.
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I think this is the best poem that you’ve written. Made me sad and hopeful at the same time.
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I would agree with that. Took me the shortest amount of time to write, too…if you can believe it. Thanks!
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I do believe it because sometimes the writing just flows.
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I really really loved this. You’re poetry just keeps getting better, you’re making me want to try it out for myself! Inspiring.
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Thank you kindly!
Do it!!! I think it would be great. There’s really no right way to write poetry (that’s what I tell myself). It doesn’t even have to make sense to anyone else but you. That’s what I like about it.
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I’ll have to give it a shot, thank you!
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