Shadowplay

Well, I'm awake.
My eyes are wide open
There's some dim light again
It could be the beginning of the night
Or the birth of the day
It could be neither
I don't care.

Well, I'm awake
Better use this time
Or not
My bed is warm
I'll sleep again.
The light moves across the room
The shadowplay mildly entretains me
Like playing with a dry wound
Like the ones I used to have
The touch brought bittersweet pain
And a sense of effervecent calm
I used to handle my feelings by touching scars
Now there are raging cars
Outside they tear the wind.

I can't sleep
Timid highways of light paint my walls
The figures, they dance
Transforming shadows, dancing
Oh yes, they dance.
Oh yes, they can.
One can dance without music
Shadows do it all the time.
I can't undestand their poses
Their moves flow like dark tongues.
They identify the walls in wich they crawl.
They are sealed in this room.
With me they are contained.
There are no others to amuse
Am I supposed to applaud where I lay?
Am I to be the one to grant them names?
Is it my job to give meaning to their movements?
Is it okay if I just blankly stare?
I can't remember all the words
Or intelligent phrases
You'd want me to say.

I can't sleep
I won't stand up
I closed my eyes
The golden pictures, fast they pass
Some broken cups rise
I drank the wine
And the shattered glass.
I drank my words, I ate the lies
I yelled a prayer to the crowd
A simple smile talked me back.
Some warm words,
I hear them fine,
Travelling through this strange air
I hear them well
The roar of the street does not interrupt them
Along they came, with a caress on my cheek
Along they came to sweeten my night
They brought me this crown
That I use as disguise.
They brought me the light
Where my shadows dance.