Muse

And bed bugs bite you raw, while you count sheeps in vain.

When sheeps fade away,

the silent tick of the clock found its way inside your head,

reminding you of each minute you spent awake in bed.

Morning comes, but your night begins.

Before long, the rhythm is gone.

We grew weary and angry, but have none to blame.

Missing turns and not knowing where the road is going,

consequentially of the hours you knock off Mr. Sleep.

I dream of a dream.

Where the sky is dark with a highlight at the horizon.

Stars are drawn close,

like fireflies on your fingertips.

Sweet sweet air,

trailing in tendrils up every breath you are aware of.

On luscious carpet of grass,

I rest my head upon.

Just sing me the song,

And drown me in lullaby

Gateway to India
2010
The incredibles with Sher, John and Lawrence

Can I pluck myself and place me on the rooftop?
I think to myself "Why not?"
But I never did
I wonder why
And that happens only a couple of thousand times
I think I should get a camera
I think to myself "Should I?"
I know I never will
Not for now
Funny, I kept questioning myself rhetorically.
Simply because I think I'm amusing at times
I think.

Funny, how the present loves comparing the past