I can’t get to sleep

I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know will be alright
Perahaps its just my imagination

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

Alone between the sheets
Only brings exasperation
It’s time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation

At least there’s pretty lights
And though there’s little variation
It nullifies the night
From overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away


I'm still adjusting to living alone. I anticipate myself not eating very well unless I am very very concious of making sure I actually have meals. I don't really foresee this happening, though. I haven't been concious of what I am eating for the past 5 years, why would I start now?


Currently Listening to
Man at Work
by Colin Hay