The Finnegan Papers

Monday, Feb. 03, 2003 - 2:16 p.m.

lullaby

Another 5 AM, another sunrise, another sleepless night -- your life starts becoming this series of beats, and soon, it's all about the beat, the beat, the beat, the beat. Trying to keep up, trying to go on, forgetting where you left that metronome -- the one that keeps the beat -- the beat, the beat -- that you can't help following, until your mind/face/breath is so tired, so tired you swear you could faint, but you've just gotta keep that beat, the beat that keeps you from sleep.

Sometimes, it's like writing lullabies with your eyes barely open, and you just wish you could sing, dance, sleep, and love like real people do.

~Finn

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