Bartholomew

If I could separate
This nausea from my brain
I'd open up this wooden lock
And throw it all away
As the wind takes them away again
My thoughts will slip so others may attend
When buried in so far
Those colors dim over
Why doesn't anything?
Move oh-so slowly
And break in what remains
I'm so tired of counting sheep
Tucked my own head down to my knees
Why doesn't anything?
It's sickly to think this way
So they'd give themselves a nap midday
In the sun
Restless in the sun
So they'll break their own authority
And disappear until the hours' done
When buried in so far
Those colors dim over
Why doesn't anything?
Move oh-so slowly
And break in what remains
I'm so tired of counting sheep
Tucked my own head down to my knees
Why doesn't anything?
Keep all the people inside
They're desperate like a soft candle light
Keeping them all up tight
Their shadows are whispering, putting them all to sleep
You seemed so eager to try
So many things, but you can't decide
The moment that light goes blind
We're sitting here watching our time pass by