Hello 4 AM, my old friend Yuo've come to talk with me again A damnable vision hotly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the bed of silence
In restless dreams, I walked with her Down streets of pleasure sure. 'Neath the halo of a streetlamp I turned my gaze to her cold beauty When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the bed of silence
And in the naked light, I saw Ten thousand me's, maybe more We were talking without speaking We were hearing without listening We were writing songs that voices never shared I never dared Disturb the bed of silence
"Fool", said you, "You do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear our words that we might teach you Take our arms that we might reach you" But your words like silent raindrops fell And echoed in the bed of silence
And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls In forum posts" And whispered in the beds of silence
My apologies to Paul Simon.
Last Edit: Oct 31, 2022 2:37:53 GMT -5 by jim44444
"Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity."
Over the last couple years or so I have gotten used to seeing 4am on a very regular basis. It's rare for me to sleep an entire 8 hours unless I am exhausted from not sleeping. I have to take a bathroom break, usually around 3:30am. And more often than not I cannot get back to sleep. Count yourself lucky if you only see 4am as a random event.
How about hello 3:30 am. What happened you ask? A line of thunder storms passed over my abode. I'm not an especially light sleeper so I can usually ignor the thunder. My dog is another case. Ahe goes ape when the thunder rolls. So naturally she has to have her human awake to comfort her and make sure the mean ol' thunder doesn't get her.