So many answers to decide,
So much point to this pointless existence,
So much sweetness to this harsh reality.
I sleep it away without much ponder,
Slip into a world of sleep, of slumber,
Sweet fairies sit upon my eyelids,
Days come, I wake, yet there’s a need for more so on I sleep.
Days, nights, weeks, months,
All disappear and at once,
I see the end is nearby,
I fall back on my bed but cannot cry.
Perhaps your lot was better,
Who’s to say?
Does anything matter?
Give me another chance, oh G-d, I pray!
Not for my sake:
Death I dare not dread.
For those few moments I lay awake,
I saw a world corrupt
An existence so fruitless, so sad.
But now that I perceive the end,
I’d like to see the shores of some distant land,
I’d like to build, to give it all another chance,
If you permit me not, I see no sense.
Was I not born?
Or is this all a dream?
And all I hear is scorn,
And all I see is dim.
I think it through,
The pangs of a bitter heart,
What will I do?
Can I not take it from the start?
Realities are born of men and not the other way,
To sleep is to be free,
To live may prove a joy,
Day turns to night and night to day.
I lay down once again,
And once again, I pray.
To live up to standards I helped not create,
To live a life I helped not make,
I want to prove myself ,
In happiness and sorrow,
Have I slept it all away?
Perhaps I’ll know on the morrow.