state of confusion
Bolt upright, middle of the night
Swimming before me, floating free
Twisting, chanting, calling destiny
What could this apparition be and am I dreaming?
How could there be no sound and still be screaming?
Passing though me like a spectre, no reasoning
It insists on talking, provoking
I shut my eyes, cover my head
It moves above me, spinning the bed
Thoughts merge, converge, take aim
Have my fears all come to pass?
Is this an impenetrable impasse?
Its message fills the air I breathe
I struggle to grasp its meaning
Both sympathetic and demeaning
Time is ticking, clicking in my brain
With increasing rapidity, it seems
Once there was enough left over to dream
Our time here a crime if wasted
Shadows lengthen, itís late in the day
Donít keep running, hiding away
Isnít this exciting to know?
No parachute, now that Iíve let go!
© 1999 Corinne Bailey