I am awake now, not to the world, not to anything at all, just awake,

Eyes open and that's all,

I keep hoping I'll experience a moment of enlightenment,

But the thing about hope, it kills,

So I decide to lie down,

On that battered bed, with a dirty linen,

Tap…tap…tap, the water patters,

It's murky and I can almost smell it.

 

It's raining now,

Delusions run wild, erratic,

I know I can stop it,

"Just make up your mind,"

"A little effort please,"

But I give in,

For a tired soul calls to rest,

So the mind gives up and the body is happy.