Days full of rain, nights full of sound. Noises keep me awake at night and as much as I'd like to blame insomnia or the people across the street I know I'm the true cause. I sit up, I lay down, I'm restless beyond all bounds and I don't want to fall asleep because I'll just have to wake in a few hours. It's not neurosis, I don't need to be prescribed a pill, just take a moment to wind down and relax - pass it around to all my friends who don't exist in this moment with me. I guess I feel weightless sometimes, when I feel most alive, I believe in the magic of the present and tighten my grip as hard as I can. But it always slips away, they always slip away, I always lose sight of what I could love. I get behind the wheel, I smash my fists against the glass and against my kneecaps and crumble. Sobbing silently pulled over on the side of the interstate, this night just won't let up. The storm settles into this quiet town and rises emotions in the clouds and the trees as they whip and whisper to the street wanderers, the people under bridges, the insecure like me. Unwanted papers and crumpled receipts line city streets, dogs bark from back doors because they can feel it too. I'm kicking through puddles and splashing water as tall as it can go, wishing there was somebody walking along side me doing the same thing or at least understanding the need to feel powerful, even in this insignificant moment. Desire for more, remembering the dream, acting out the life I so desperately would like to lead. Can somebody take a chance on me? Slowly, guitar melodies envelop me and as hard as I try to fight it I finally sleep. The shades are drawn so low and the curtains stretched so far across the windows that I could be content here for days. Dreaming of nights never ending, people circling city blocks and bicycle tires spinning backwards. I'm caught, this loop is wearing me down. I need a little fresh air, a bit of adventure, a reminder that life is fun and I am young and free to do as I please. I want you to come with me.
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