Sleep

Sleep Sleep, when you stop to think about it, I mean really stop, and really think about it, is one of the strangest phenomena around. Really, what is it good for? Rest? You can rest sitting down reading a book. Recharging batteries? I can think of many things that are better chargers, sunshine for one. Ushering us back into oblivion? Well, maybe so. Making sure we don’t get too bright about things? A possibility. Keeping us nice and dependent on what keeps us nailed to the surface of this planet? Wouldn’t put it past him. Like so many other things, when you really look, all you can do is shake your head and wonder. This is what this song does, wonder. ____________________ The Words: Why do we take him for granted and close our eyes when the night appears Why do we furl like enchanted little pawns when his darkness nears Why do we welcome this beast what provisions were made that we would find him fair find him true find him waiting find him soothing Why do we take him for granted when he unearths what we have planted Why do we gladly embrace him his dark within dark within tender fingers Why do we long for his touch what arrangement was made that he would ease our pain steal our hearts find us yawning find us yielding Why is sleep such a well of darkness what does his silence entail why should I just give up my day to these hands of things forgotten Why is sleep such a hollow shadow of all that we pray for and love why do we eagerly all let go of the things we know He's part of life he's part of us it's been forever that he's been with us But parts of me refuse to see and I'll just wait here for some changes I'll just wait until those changes come Why do we take him for granted I can see no earthly good he does Wilting and nearly unplanted we still look to him to comfort us Why do we harbor such death why do we cede while his sleigh of silence tears and pulls all asunder in the guise of peaceful slumber Why is sleep such a mystic nothing such a not at all what we need should we all just concede and pray we will wake up where we parted Why is sleep such a common thief such a leech on all that we dream why do we bow to him and let go of the day we know He's part of life he's part of us it's been forever that he's been with us But parts of me refuse to see so I'll just wait here for some changes I'll just wait here for those changes Ulf Wolf July 1996/May 2015 Copyright © 2015 by Wolfstuff