Snore

i look into the brain cavity
but there's nothing i can find
i stare at those pale glassy orbs and
wonder how one could be so blind

running through the tall grass
searching for something never there
cuts and bruises when i fall
haplessly mauled by a bear

ducking and running for cover
amidst the bullets and shells
aged childish scrawling on a broken wall
seeking the stories it tells

awake at three in the morning
telling the tale of a nonexistent man
his struggle and eventual death
i tell the best stories i can

maybe i need some warm milk
probably a nice pillow too
sleep all the troubles away
in dreamland troubles are few

i never knew a dozen minus two
equated to eternity
just gotta hold on a while longer
before i let go of me