Sleeping Pills

In love with my Songs Xiii,

Blue in tone, dusky in feeling. 

You can’t actually hear the words 

Neither can you see the lyrics.

It’s reciprocated in alternate dimension-

Where time is abundant but people 

Where love is scarce and sold in packets.

A room of my own creation where hope

Takes refuge sometimes -

I am the architect of my destiny 

If it exists.

I begin my dream

I let it loose in my space

And watch it being crushed.

I plug into my tune

And fall deep into oblivion.