Sleeper

on the day you were trying to figure out

the shapes of all the clouds

we stood on common ground

I found you lounging on your back

where the sun had killed the grass

beside the overpass

back when we were living through a drought

and waiting on a flood

of the things we’d done without

cause we were used to being more or less

uncomfortable at best

a kind of guest in my own house

is it too much to ask

this lucidity to last?

is it too much to ask?

on the day you were trying to get around

the shadow of a doubt

the sky was all burnt out

but we were used to being more or less

bitter and unimpressed

with days this overcast

and now in all the times that’s passed

to watch you fill the gaps

3/4 of a lap

resenting the idle

days of your childhood

that you can’t get back

is it too much to ask

this lucidity to last?

is it too much to ask?