We Are in Transit
Stay awake I’m too far into it to bring myself to sleep Another second and I lost another moment I’m tired but it’s not torment The lights are too bright, I can’t What does this mean? It must be all a dream I can’t sleep Seeing God through my pillow Was the light red? Was is yellow? Be quiet, mind Can’t you see? It’s yours to keep Leave me be? Don’t leave me be Once I sleep, my dreams won’t keep When I sleep, and if I sleep again Stay awake A day and night gone by with so much, have I seen I’m struggling to process all this information Cyclical divine equation The lights are so bright, I can’t I think I met God Or maybe I’m just high I can’t sleep Seeing God through my pillow Was the light red? Was is yеllow? Can’t you see? It’s yours to keep Leave me bе? Don’t leave me be Once I sleep, my dreams won’t keep When I sleep, and if I sleep again Can you make out what I’ve said to you? My friends say: “That’s ok, you just need some rest. Give it a rest” Talking outside my door to my family Can’t you see? It’s yours to keep Leave me be? Don’t leave me be When I sleep, my dreams won’t keep When I sleep And if I sleep Let me be, just let me be Leave me be, but please hear me When I sleep, my dreams won’t keep When I sleep And if I sleep again
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
I’ve Been Here Before Now, again We’re here, light is fading faster, days are gone, swallowed by the sky Used to seeing stars, feeling like I want to die It’s true How I wish I had said better things I know I’m so Self-critical My apathy Is fantasy Can’t let it go, staring down a well, pity overwhelming me Way up high Clouds are parting quickly, make way, the effect I know How I wish I had said better things For myself So critical I’m pitiful And miserable I’ll let it go When I have read Into my head I’ll tell myself I should’ve said “Look there, way up high, you’ll see the clouds clear the way for tomorrow’s sky” It will come, tomorrow And it waits for you, just someone we all know It’s there, all day, we’ll dream of how tomorrow wasn’t there So self-critical Derivative And primitive I’ll let it go When I have read What I have said Won’t let myself go Make way for tomorrow knows what What goes Look to see tomorrow It goes Fly through the blue screen for warmth in victims' empathy Neglect that the cure hides inside We pull the reins of the truths that are revealed to be Steer wisely amidst days you breathe
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026