He's crushing my dreams
Under his fingertips
And I know as the sound of frogs
Wakes me from my slumber
I will never again sleep
I will never again sleep
For this is the dream
in which I could be dead
One thousand years
And never get it right
This is the dream
That always fades
But forever exists
Stillframe somewhere
In the depths of my soul
I will go out to my canoe in the morning
Leaving this place behind
He can crush this dream all he wants
It will still be in my mind
The coyotes howl for their dinner
And I cry for home
Wishing he was by my side
But we have gone seperate
And here I am watching
And there he is alone
Author notes
Around the time I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder in the late summer and fall of 2004, I had an obsession with canoes.
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very neat...abstract i think...i jut really liked this... it touched me somehow
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Thank you very much... yes it is abstract the "he" is insomnia.
The line in the last stanza "I cry for home" is how I felt when I was in the hospital and all drugged up on meds for bipolar disorder, I no longer had insomnia but I strangely wanted it, as it was familiar and nothing else was. "here I am watching and there he is alone" I was "watching" for the dreams that insomnia crushed because now I had sleep however my sleep was still dreamless.
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