Worn Where

Where does my mind go
when the sleep won’t come to me?
Over clouds to down below?
Or just across the street?

Where do these dreams live
when the sky rips through the day?
Under my bed, or deep inside
Or somewhere far away?

It’s all
It’s all
It all happens for a reason
I’m worn
I’m worn
I’m where I am for a reason

Where does the time go
when the evening’s wiped its face?
Over my head, beyond the sea
Another distant place

Where do the words live
when a thought drifts through the air?
Somewhere, hanging near a door
Or maybe over there