Around the bend is a sleeping dog.

Been around the bend
and sometimes it feels
like my hearts travelled around
and I know sometimes it seems
my head is up in the clouds
each breath I take

another step to another second
in my waking after life.

Sat on the edge of my bed
wondering why there're some exceptions
and why some of us can't get out of bed,
I flip the channel but the stations dead
the same path I take up the block, around the bend
to the corner store just for a pack of cigarettes
I age fine, just like wine, but wine won't make me happy.

Around the bend there was someone different
and now there's something missing here
I can't define
and I'm not sure which of us is in denial
or if this is just another trick
this feeling in my chest, a fist
gripping inside,
Where did I take a wrong turn
maybe it was a mistake,
to let this sleeping dog lie.