you know me
I’m a regular thief
make off with your thoughts
while you’re asleep
pour my loot in a leaky cave
use your dreams while I sleep all day
I’m growing moss like a three toed sloth
can’t get up
can’t get off
or outside where the sun will shine
and burn me
itching out of my dry skin
burning out my eyes
making them squint
my advice to those who take
be weary of the ones
who are awake
some daydreams come
and their thoughts get dull
a fuzzy mind in a chalky skull
of nothing
itching to be out of their skin
to be somewhere
anywhere