Slow dreams waking.
A sad and lonely trumpet plays in my head,
the song I would have wrote,
were I not dead.
If motivation were in me I may have learned,
had I the strength to get up,
dinner wouldn't have burned.
I could fall in love, if I let myself fall,
I could make myself happy,
if I cared at all.
Close my eyes,
the colours go wild,
flashing changing,
mind of a child.
A walk together in midnight air,
might be enough to help me care.
Existence is suspect,
wonder about death,
does anything change,
when there's no more breath?
Wonder why you're so tired,
wonder why your love is hired,
beauty and a beast,
love with you,
a violent feast,
you the hunter,
he the prey,
setting sun,
goodnight day.