Wakeful

Wakeful The night is endless the pupils of his eyes are alert and free of sleep, will he make it through the night? A brain without brakes, first gear not of any help, restless wandering through childhood, where did it all go so wrong? The future is now tomorrow is an incident a lack of meaning and only leads to another tomorrow. A swarm of butterflies in the glade he was one of them promises not kept and now he is the only one left the dell has turned into a housing estate built for the poor for those who have no choice. Butterflies so pretty have turned into a moth fly now you are alone in the darkest of nights, consciousness is harmful and brings no sleep.