The blackbirds sing in harmony
with the noise of pollution and progress
coming from the factory down the street,
with crashes and blows skipping rhythms
and I'm stuck sleepless at six am,
wondering if the sun will manage to rise
before I get to finally fall asleep today
The shadows in my room dances
with the light coming from my window;
I welcome the polluted music
and the poisoned air,
listening to the beautiful dissonance
between nature and industry,
as they blend the songs of life
with the war drums of our deaths
It's six in the morning,
and I'm listening to madness
that exists not just within,
but all around me
and I wonder if I'll ever again
receive that which I lost seven years ago,
that I will someday not just merely sleep again,
but experience what it means to rest.
