He walks sleepless
in a dream
his feet on marble floors of stone
His eyes are tired
from seing, believing
that surely he is alone

He wanders sleepless
the streets of a forgotten town
beneath the highway of stars
His mind is weary
from thinking, reflecting
on how to mend his aching scars

He walks sleepless
in a reality behind his eyelids
his skin burns against the ground
His consciousness blurs,
he'll soon giv up trying
to find what he never found

1998 © Ingvild Gregersen

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