My eyes drag across the screen, revealing words I have seen before, just in different tense.
Fatigued to repeat demands, reluctant to allow passage;
I have been awake too many years to watch them sleeping.
How can you not see what sits square and forward in front of you?
I made a list of demands, written on the palm of my hand
used to conquer the undeserving and leave them desperate on the lawn,
begging a second look.
Never let it slip again.
Dreams come along and visit, but never stay.
But its all so simple, the things that tick me along.
A soft warmth that wraps around and inside but never covers.
A day that begins and never ends, punctuated by moments of high sincerity.
We will find the time to see it all.