Sowing Acorns (feat. Vanessa Ifediora)

My loneliness reverberates around the thin cold walls. It's where I sleep, where I work

It's where I daydream

I’ve been holding out on you these past nights,

Hoping you’d find me yourself before light

Dreams they don’t come to me willingly now

Darkness no comfort, silence no shroud,

So I have to reason where reason allows

These eyes grow weary now tracing the lines,

Counting the cracks in a grey plaster sky

Dreams don’t entice them to rest for a while,

Dreams are the locked box kept deep in the mind

And some fear what hides behind their own closed eyes

I’ve been sowing acorns in my densely woven mind

I’ve been growing trees from memories for us to climb

And when we reach the top what will we see?

And when we’ve climbed them all what will we dream?

Or will we dream?

Will we dream?

My bed is the safest and saddest place I know. It's where I wrap a tired arm around myself when my skin hurts from exhaustion.

My bed is where I decide to survive.

So sleep will come to me now willingly

Peaceful and dreamless will overcome me

Words fade, this jaded mind gives up the fight,

Worries and thoughts tangle, twist and unwind

Lost now I drift in this blue black of night

I’ve been sowing acorns in my densely woven mind

I’ve been growing trees from memories for us to climb

And when we reach the top what will we see?

And when we’ve climbed them all what will we dream?

Or will we dream?

Oh, will we dream?

Oh, Will we dream?

My bed is where inspiration comes, where I drew my sketches. It's where I wrote these words.

My bed is where I imagine a gentle hand holding mine.