didnt sleep very well last night
my thoughts kept getting in my eyes
pulling the lids and opening them wide
keeping me awake when i so tired

across my mind i could see...
everything inside of me
some awake and some in my dreams
not really knowing if i was asleep

on the clock the minutes ticked
slow motion time playing tricks
building walls of sleepless bricks
breaking them down and building again

punching and kicking and making them fall
ripping the flesh from my knuckles and all
standing in front of the crumbling walls
only to find another to stall

turning around and closing my eyes
spinning and drifting out of my mind
wishing my eyes hadent opened so wide
desperately searching for the end the night

opened my eyes and at the end of the room
i saw the light from the sun instead of the moon
the morning had come and not a moment too soon
i stand up an try to brush the dust from my mood

i walk to the steps and as i descend
i hear the sounds of construction beginning again
the terrible sounds, the stacking of bricks
the building of walls as time plays its tricks