I do protest

Maybe I forgot how to write

Or my pen has run out of ink

My thoughts run amok as they think

About all the things that ain’t right

 

Maybe my life is a joke

I revel in my nightmares

To dream I do not dare

Maybe it’s time I awoke

 

I look at the sun

It makes me undone

I’m too stunned to run

 

I just need real rest

But I do protest

Of a pain in my chest