The Last Sleep

I was living, laughing, joking, walking— A dark street, a lovely night, Those bright eyes beneath a blanket Called the endless sky. I didn’t know what I was up to, What I was doing, or supposed to— Not like I liked it, Not like I was used to. Yet I slept as if it were my last breath— No worries, no duties, No doctors, no old tempting medicines. No care for working, hoping, Stressing over life, The fuel, the inflation, The slow depreciation of living— And, oh, those haunting smiles, kept me creepin' Like it was my wish To bid this world goodbye: The closing of my lips and eyes— To disappear, And return reborn, With the boon of being Everlastingly high.