Sleep

Sleep, when you stop to think about it, I mean really stop, and really think about it, is one of the strangest phenomena around. Really, what is it good for?

Rest? You can rest sitting down reading a book.

Recharging batteries? I can think of many things that are better chargers, sunshine for one.

Ushering us back into oblivion? Well, maybe so.

Making sure we don’t get too bright about things? A possibility.

Keeping us nice and dependent on what keeps us nailed to the surface of this planet? Wouldn’t put it past him.

Like so many other things, when you really look, all you can do is shake your head and wonder.

This is what this song does, wonder.

The Words:

Why do we take him for granted
and close our eyes
when the night appears

Why do we furl like enchanted
little pawns
when his darkness nears

Why do we welcome this beast
what provisions
were made that we would
find him fair
find him true
find him waiting
find him soothing

Why do we take him for granted
when he unearths
what we have planted

Why do we gladly embrace him
his dark within dark
within tender fingers

Why do we long for his touch
what arrangement
was made that he would
ease our pain
steal our hearts
find us yawning
find us yielding

Why is sleep
such a well of darkness
what does his silence entail
why should I just
give up my day
to these hands
of things forgotten

Why is sleep
such a hollow shadow
of all that we pray for and love
why do we eagerly
all let go
of the things
we know

He's part of life
he's part of us
it's been forever
that he's been with us

But parts of me
refuse to see
and I'll just wait here
for some changes
I'll just wait until those
changes come

Why do we take him for granted
I can see no earthly
good he does

Wilting and nearly unplanted
we still look to him
to comfort us

Why do we harbor such death
why do we cede
while his sleigh of silence
tears and pulls
all asunder
in the guise of peaceful slumber

Why is sleep
such a mystic nothing
such a not at all what we need
should we all just
concede and pray
we will wake up
where we parted

Why is sleep
such a common thief
such a leech on all that we dream
why do we bow to him
and let go
of the day
we know

He's part of life
he's part of us
it's been forever
that he's been with us

But parts of me
refuse to see
so I'll just wait here
for some changes
I'll just wait here
for those changes

Ulf Wolf
July 1996/May 2015
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