Maybe This Time

The nightmares got so bad I gotta take medicine to stop them. 

The southern night makes so many sounds, it's music rejuvenates my vibration. 

The seizure seized me and then let me go, leaving me jittery and jarred deep down. 

The thing is, other life must be out there somewhere, maybe it don't wanna be found. 

The hairline's patchy, the gut protruding, in pictures I see how I've aged. 

The truth is, it's down to us to save each other, or else we don't deserve to be saved. 

The form might not be fit anymore, a thing it shakes me some to admit. 

The fact remains, if there's a war for your soul to be fought, mine requires I fight in it.

The fatigue lasts forever, I seem to have energy to burn only when tossing in bed. 

The birds and bugs sing a duet so solid, listening soothes my Restless Leg. 

The stress shows up as neck pain, throbbing as random and splintered as lightning.

The bad dreams have always been with me, but maybe this time they won't find me.