I can't sleep enough these days
To drive the world into a dream
I drift off like a cloud of steam
To rain down on some new parade
The kindness they may show me stays
And ripens to a cold regret
Though not as cold as it would get
If I had been the one who stayed
I climb up a nearby hill
Where I can see them all around
Their voices call up from the ground
From a distance I can stand
To watch the hours that I fill
Learning how they all behave
A slow march to a tired grave
Far across the hallowed land
This hill once rose up from a hollow
Or from a mountain wore away
Still changes what it is today
Changes itself as it must
However tall is still a shallow
Image of what it was or will be
However long I watch I'll still be
Gone before it sinks to dust
