I don't want to sleep, 'cause I don't want to wake.
I've got enough unhelpful thoughts
To last a couple of days.
Late to bed, and late to rise.
I'm never quite as tired,
As when I open my eyes.
I would never worry, about anybody.
I would always be the one, to play the fool.
Then one day it struck me that everything I wanted,
Was everything I'd tried to leave behind,
But had stood by my side.
Broken in a good way,
That is its perfection.
Just twisted fragile parts,
Casting shadows and reflections.
Broken in a good way, you might say.
'Cause on that day I noticed,
My parts without a purpose,
Were scattered to the waves,
They were washed aside,
By wisdom now resurfaced.
I was broken in a good way, you might say.