i can’t sleep
i can't think
im afraid, that i might... miss God
i feel like one of these days he might walk through the door
and if he sees that im not paying attention,
he wont even bother to talk
im like a kid waiting for santa clause
im scared of letting the chance to meet him pass me by
cuz i might be able to find him one day, downstairs
or maybe rummaging around my kitchen
and if i fall asleep, i wont hear him
and ill find out that i woke up late
that he was indeed there, but now he has left
and what i f he never shows up.. ?
what if im just like Vladimir and Estragon?
what if im waiting for someone/thing that will never show up?
i’m afraid the world’s going to blow up
that we’re all going to die
that.we’re.never.going.to.find.the.reasons.why
and the bombs they’ll keep falling
both metaphoric and literally
and the roofs will all just drop
and the ground will open up
over 700 people died while i was drinking coffee the other day
and 2 more million where displaced
if i hadn't sleep were they had died the same?