When sleep eludes me,

What can I do?

When wounds won't bleed,

And those truths which I thought I knew,

About myself, are no longer me;

How does this crow fly in a sky which is no longer blue?

Where do you go,

When sleep eludes you?

When thoughts just flow,

And those truths about yourself which you thought you knew,

They're still a part of you; you know it's true.

Our memories, oh they haunt us so...

But you're still a beautiful butterfly; flying in a sky which is no longer blue.

-Jarred Shah

5/15/2020

5:35am