A Gap In The Night

And in the rem movement, reality restores

A harsh-edged ambiance moves in

Kicks me out the bedroom door

Adventuring in the real world

Of substance, time and change

Turn off the gap

Forget the gap

Where is this place that I see here?

What is is this place? From whence this fear?

This is not my world

Whose is this room that I sit in?

Whose is the light that shines so dim?

This is not my world

What am I doing here at all?

If I look down will I fall?

These thoughts cross my mind as

I burn the midnight lamp

As I sit in my tiny room

Something's wrong with the inanimate

The furniture is crowding in

The ceiling swins on a pendulum

Opens up onto a world that lies within

Buildings that rise up and claw at the sky

Shatter the blue and cry out in the night

Sucking me upwards into the fright and hell of this dream

The labyrinth is oh, so personal

I'm caught up in my own esteem

Questioning the real environment

As though I were the only object in its beam

Falling through space in a gap in the night

My body is torn through a sleep in the heights

Of oblivion and intrigue

And a consuming passion to know who I am

Here in the half light the orange streetbulbs cast

Through the curtains of my room

I wait for the morning

As if somehow that will change all my negative thoughts

But this is not me, this is not who I am

It's just an echo of my former self

Escaping through the log-jam

Caught by the upsurge

I feel self-pity crawl my body like a fever

I'm stuck here at square one

The all-time-loser who never fills the coupon in

This is not me

This is not how I am

It's just an echo of my former self

Escaping through the log-jam

When I feel the power

I know that it's time to start

The pen runs before me

Leads me deep to the heart

If I wait for an eternity will I ever find the truth?

If I search a hundred years or more

Will I ever solve the questions of my youth?

Won't someone believe me?

Won't somebody take away the pain from this frame?

It's no game, you can see the end of the world on a clear day

And in the rem movement, reality restores

A harsh-edged ambiance moves in

Kicks me out the bedroom door

Adventuring in the real world

Of substance, time and change

Turn off the gap

Forget the gap

I am fugitive in the waking world

A nomad caught under ice

With all the buzzing lines around me

Where each second has its price

And the seconds turn to hours

The hours turn to lives

And I live through a thousand each night

Before the daylight finally arrives

And I know that the daytime is just a gap in the night

I'm tired and not ready for the fight

Turn off the gap

And nobody says who I'm living, or

Whose eyes I'm seeing through

The actions so unforgiving and

I can't crawl back to you

I'm tired of fighting an unrelenting force

I'm tired and searching for a course to steer

In my flimsy boat of reeds

Trying in vain to cross a surging, stormy sea

Of self-conscious analysis