Wait for sleep

If something is worth fighting for then why take some crappy alternative.

Jim Morrison and Dream theatre are driving me crazy. I wait for sleep.

I dont know ever since I started blogging I have become more philosophical (though its kind of inappropriate to use word "philosophical" but "more" makes up for it) or its not that. I dont know. May be somethings were hidden deep inside and writing just helps in clearing all that mess. Just blurt it out!

Standing by the window
Eyes upon the moon
Hoping that the memory will leave her spirit soon
She shuts the doors and lights
And lays her body on the bed
Where images and words are running deep
She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head
So quietly she lays and waits for sleep

She stares at the ceiling
And tries not to think
And pictures the chain
She's been trying to link again
But the feeling is gone

And water can't cover her memory
And ashes can't answer her pain
God give me the power to take breath from a breeze
And call life from a cold metal frame

In with the ashes
Or up with the smoke from the fire
With wings up in heaven
Or here, lying in bed
Palm of her hand to my head
Now and forever curled in my heart
And the heart of the world

Dream and theatre, what a perfect combination. Wish If I had one dream theatre in which I could spend rest of my life.