lost time

It’s dark.
As usual!
Sun is out
Yet, it feels like I’m sitting in the middle of night
What can be done?
Nothing but to rhyme:
A poem, a song, a play
Something to hold on to
Something to imagine
In search of a hidden soul
But then again:
Maybe not!
A sleeping pill
Yet, needless of closing your eyes
This is how owls sleep
Remember it, at least this time!
One eye open, one eye closed
Pretending to sleep but awake inside
Day or night it’s the same
No need to know the time.
In this life
Oh my dear friend,
We are always way behind!