The Promise of Lunacy

Awake again
No signs of sleeping here
Not with you away
Not with that moon hiding behind clouds that promised me rain
And when my birthday came delivered only absence
Smelling of my father (Or maybe yours)
No, no sleep here
Not when there's instant communication even if it seems one way
Not when i can be giving you something
Anything
Even this bunch of keystrokes momentarily transformed into zeroes and ones
Whisked along some eyesore cables (Or maybe it goes underground)
And popping up in front of those eyes that continue to inspire and inflame

How could I sleep?
Not when it's finally October and it's finally cold
And maybe, someday, it will rain again
'Cuz I bloom in the autumn if I live through August
And that rain makes me shine
And so what if I'm a freak for loving you;
A glutton for this punishment; a bunch of keystrokes
At least I'm awake, which is more than can be said for most of the world I've seen
That's why you're special
'Cuz even though you slept on me the night we met, I could see that you were awake
Even though you pinned my arm down, I could see in you the ability to set me free
Even though I'm a crazed troubadour, you've allowed me to touch you
Which is more than can be said for most of the world I've seen

Oh, I'm tired
Make no mistake
But there are sometimes better things in life than pleasing the body
Besides, the colors are more vivid this way and the walls breathe when I'm up too late
It's a wonderful gift, these LSD laced veins
Thanks dad
Doing this has been so difficult
And I know that it will be difficult again tomorrow, but this knight can see the windmills
He just likes the Feel of Failure
The Irony of Wisdom
The Promise of Lunacy