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Waking Tired

I miss the fear

now that I have nothing to lose I can't put up a fight--

the sensation of overcoming forgotten--

GET AWAKE!

Always aiming towards new worlds; like water,

never stopping unless I'm held,

by my own gravity compelled; like lightening,

sometimes I even shock myself.

I'm fighting dimensions of dream

as here & now last night is fading

into empty bottles and smoke stains

and we're on lines of cocaine to GET AWAKE,

then heroin to bring us down

while life is always a big pill to swallow with cotton-mouth;

like planning for tomorrow, it's so uncertain.

The best we can do is feel fake or else like we fit in

so we can try to refuse the blame for all we've been now;

it makes me so damn tired

and somehow I've got to GET AWAKE,

fighting the stinking sensation

of face pressed against concrete again

until something makes me open my eyes

to a world that's upside-down and all a blur;

like downtime, it seems like I've got so long to wait,

counting off the shit that I hate,

my hands like a fault-line,

shaking to get free of friction;

like light lets us see that you're here with me

and we're both fucking lost

until we can admit that we're sleepwalking through our days

and somehow we've got to GET AWAKE.

-CancerProduct138, "Trampled Flowers #10," p. 25