Yellow moonlight, changed scenery, a fly drifts into the neverland of tomorrow,

I just wanted to see the light from outside coming in, im an insomniac, wanting the blame for something else rather than the lack of direction, I could have written books in the space of someone dreams, but this nightmare is not current enough to be rest assured, im so tired of excuses, they haven’t got enough baggage to give you sympathy. I wanted the washed up shore of my thoughts to have something written in the sand, however, you are walking the pebbled sidewalk and hiding yourself in the shade. Get into that light. Drumbeats keep me awake, you should know this. I want you like that when youre sleeping. Feels like im going down down down untop of everything. Im losing ground and you are fixed into that state of mind. It’s a lonely time this shortcut of waiting. Doing something else rather than this. What can I do? Something has to be done for us to make a mark on that shore. The sea sometimes makes me feel like im losing touch. I want to be different and difficult. Wear the wrong clothes but have the right attitude. Be disciplined with no help.