Half Asleep in a Thunderstorm
I lie in bed at night,
a fan above my head;
my mind whirls round and round
and I dream that I am dead.
The darkness all around me
like a blanket on the brain,
my heartbeat in my ears
like the pounding of the rain,
I watch the world go by,
just leaves upon the gale,
seeing visions of lost time
and the lapse of every tale.
The darkness thunders softly
as I drift here in my bed,
half in the world and of it,
half out of it and dead.
