Sleeping in my Clothes

Silence in the ever night
Even though it may seem bright
Europe starts and runs the sun
All within the sim I run.

Yes I can make dark midnight fast
Within this night – but it won’t last,
I’m wondering while I’m sleeping here
Of those who wandered off were dear.

Yes I’m sleeping in my clothes
Too anxious for a nude repose
You never know who may fly by
And do things when I’ve closed my eyes.

In any case, this empty house
Though cherished, deep in silence doused
Holds just me and me alone
With the thoughts to which I’m prone.

In this island paradise I’ll wake
Shower dress again and take
My coffee from the small machine
And off to where the trees are green.

And dance at night and see my friends
Repeating daily with no end
All I have, I’d want to share
With someone who for long would care.

Until that time, my day repeats
In two lives many tasks I meet
And keep creating things in here
Working in some higher gear.

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