Pajamas

Broken bones and music tones

Soaring past the ears That fail to hear

That speak of love and hope and dreams

Found in others, toys and ice cream

So much joy a little cup yet up up up 

Only to drop and shatter a knee

While getting uncertain looks from she 

No one likes a bear in rage

But what they can't see is the cage

Around his mind that he truly doesn't understand

Fighting everyday to break free yet

There's not even a light in the tunnel to see

Who'd want to be around an angry bear?

Certainly you couldn't scratch his hairy hair

The moon doesn't mind

But she's only being kind

She wants nothing to do with it

I long to have my own kids, job, and pay

But I couldn't bear to see another today

Sunday, saturday, wednesday, May,

I can't imagine one more day

I've gotten to know the sun and I've dated the moon,

Yet it's surely not too soon

To say I will never love

Anything on earth or up above

The bridge calls my name

But maybe it's just for fame

I once went to that bridge though I knew better

I made it out alive and thought I was better 

Now thinking of it all the time

I don't think it's something of the past

No matter how far it always will last

As an  image graven into my mind

Can I ever find

Hope and dreams or either or 

The bear in rage trudges on

Soon there will be no night light on

Why not visit the bridge next today

It surely seems to take the pain away

Red iron

Not a galaxy up above nor an earthworm below

Can see into the heart of my soul 

Though the star give light to all I delight,

all I see is darkness

I think that I was born blind

Or maybe just my mind

Has always told me to run

Away from the setting sun

All things beautiful I long to touch

To grab, to hold, to clutch. 

Closely

Yet that bridge where the second life begins

Where death always gets his win

Looks all the more appealing

Death is coming, hands stealing.

Red cast iron and cables stretched

- across the world but not far fetched-

It Makes life painful for many

While painkillers for one role in plenty

Was that just a dream I had 

Or is everyday this bad?

An illusion,

Mocking my vision I look to the sky

But it is a lie

And the bridge keeps creaking in the wind

It'll happen again before I know it

Not a tick on the clock

Not a diggory dock

There's 7 yellow cars

But none will start

Maybe a free haircut

Or a pass by look

Can draw a smile

Make time pass a while

Nah not this time

Not in this rhyme

No night light today

The night Suns on vacation

There's some lightning bugs

And tomorrow's hugs

From the sun I dream

But it only seems

One of these days

The clock will again tick four

And closed will be that door

Will I have given myself

Or cries to sleep