Of Turtles and Moving House
Of late I’ve been dreaming
And sleeping pretty bad
I’m remembering insane dreams
Of large slimy turtles
Swimming down mud streams
Of rented apartments just before a class
So I can change and freshen up
These dreams make no sense
(Then again, when have dreams ever?)
I just know they’ve been more vivid
And they’re stealing my attention
Precious hours of sleep
Made more so now that I haven’t gotten much
What’s a man to do?
What’s a guy to think?
I’m fallin’ fallin’ in my insane dreams!
It’s a season for me to work out my stress
To learn it’s okay to ask for help through life’s tests
Be it work or family or moving house
Yea that latter’s probably why I feel now like bust!
Moving house
If only it was a dream
Sadly (or gladly?) it’s not
Insane!
After 25 years I’m out of shape
Out of practice
I feel like I’m trapped in a room full of
Turtles. No, boxes. No, turtles.
It’s all a blur. A complete mess.
A houseful of stress.
Driving me insane.
Busting out my brain.
I always say don’t move more
Than twice in your life
Yet I’ve moved now at least four
And who knows after this
That could be a couple more!!
I’m going to bed now
I can’t think anymore
I’ll just dream of more boxes. No, turtles
Crawling all over my bedroom floor.
