I have a sleeping disorder, but can't be awake because everything is out of order. Impossible to turn off my thoughts or my brain, can't relax for a second, starting to feel insane.
Walking around, watching out for glass on the ground. Bare feet, going nowhere, in the middle of the street.
I'm feeling misplaced, out of my comfort zone, what a waste. Is this really how life is supposed to taste?
The few minutes I actually sleep, is disrupted by nightmares, I feel like the black sheep. I don't want to be a disgrace, look, I'm just like a broken vase.
I need glue to repair the pieces, I long for freedom that never ceases.
I need another place to be, so I don't have to flee.
I don't need the ocean, a beach, palms or a tree.
I want to be me, but I eventually have to be free.