Gone Fishing

Rolling in bed

Can't sleep

Tired 

But can't dream

I close my eyes

And count up sheep

The motor is humming

Brain is numbing

Back and forth through my mind

Behind a cigarette

I can't find the thought

That will let me rest

Deep breath

Long sigh

Looking out the wet window

At the dark sky

Raindrops sooth 

But I still can't snooze

Tell me a story

Of unicorns and fairies

Nah, fuck that

Tell me a bloodcurdling memory

An eerie fable

Of ghosts, murderers, and crazies

Down a long deserted road

I find peace in woe

I think of the lovers

That left me alone

My eyes never close

Hoping for hope

I park the truck

Boots stomp on the ground

Walking towards the river

I cast out my rod

I sit and ponder

Gone fishing