I'm giving up on sleep.
It will only inhibit our dreams:
what we can't reach, while our feet kick at the streets,
and we bite our cheeks to silence this speech,
which is continually quick to concede.
Can you promise me
you'll just try to keep up with your breathing?
In and out... In and out...
In and out of talk so much.
In and out... In and out...
In and out of thought so much.
In and out... In and out...
In and out of time so much.
In and out... In and out...
In and out of work so much our feet don't touch the ground!
But keep confidently on in your torn up shoes,
though we are all brought up to be used.
When they tell you,
"son, sometimes somethings you have to lose,"
reply simply stated: I refuse!
Do you?
I've given up on sleep!
It will only limit the reach of our dreams.
And I'm bringing them all!
