A Happy sad Song

Yet another sleepless night.
Spooning only my notepad, I start to think.

I’m constantly daydreaming, of making a movie.
    Or watching my son grow.
There’s so much to do in my young life.
So many places to be at one time.
    There’s so much to know.

Still facing this lonesome fight.
I’m so far off in space and I continue to think.

I’m constantly hearing, these lines from movies.
    “Are you talking to me?”
What’s my motivation, and what’s my line?
So many people to be at one time.
    Can’t you just let me be.

Once again these dreamless nights.
Everything goes numb and I cease to think.

I’m constantly feeling, like my life is a movie.
    Something Kaufman would write.
Everything is twisted. Nothing seems to fit.
So many things to be at one time.
    Got to keep things in sight.



--Benjamin D. Bain
December 31, 2006