It's Getting Late.

i shall go wallow in the piles of sand the sandman left behind

hopefully i can get some peace of mind

and take my troubles and hopes and dreams away 

to the land that is LaLa, seperating night from day

and leave them there for eternity

they always come back looking for me

i wish they didn't - they torment me so

but yet day after day

week after week

month after month

year after year

they always return.

the world

awaits my waking

to stomp me into the ground

and grind sand into my face

laughing

laughing

laughing.

i shall deprive it of that joy

if only for a little while.

i shall depart now.