Insomnio

After a sleepless night of regrets
I put my foot
Towards a day I don't fit into
I have no pace
I don't fall in time
And I search in the closed drawer
That is my chest today

The tree doesn't give and it's pale
And I'm sitting here
Thinking what to create
What to discover
All I think about today is fear
All I dream about is so far away
I want fear to fall on me
I don't want to deal with insecurity

Tick tock tick says my pulse
Marking the clock's pace eye on the wall
Eye that I feel on my forehead
On my back in my mind
In my naked, dressed sanity
Eye that sees me all tangled up
And all it does is count
And count, and count, and count
And count, and count, and count

I sit to fish through the window images
But everything is rushing
The cars roar with their passing
And try to mimic the breeze
But it doesn't feel fresh here
It doesn't feel fresh here
I'm getting lost in a journey of truck smoke
And it's so hot
Concrete heat
We need fresh air
Because I'm getting lost
I'm getting lost

In the city of rush
The city of consumption
The city of bars
Of blockage and taxes
The city that's a funnel
In the city of rush
The city of consumption
The city of bars
Of blockage and taxes
The city that's a funnel
The city that's a funnel
The city that's a funnel