How to sleep

A Poem by Andre Peterson

I never cared for what happened yesterday.
I never cared about how it feels.
But when she called to tell me she needs me.
I never realized that it was all real.

I took a trip down to the city.
The bright lights blinded me.
The chalked up street seemed very lovely.
Oh, Where can she be?

I last seen the rain in September.
My ring has turned a odd shade of green.
Now a pair of eyes are staring into the water.
I never thought those eyes were for me.

Now hushed voices are crying in the darkness.
Little feet are chasing after me.
I got out of my car and ran to the doorstep.
Then I realized it was all a dream.

I never cared about yesterday.
I never cared about how it feels.
It seems that I have been lying.
I wonder how long this road can be.