only almost

tonight i played peak-a-boo with the moon
but it didn’t make me giggle
in fact, it made me want to cry
because it teased me with its light
almost made me believe that clarity is real
but only almost
i guess this is what happens
when i sit in the backseat
and listen to goodbye
still, there’s nothing like crossing the brooklyn bridge in the moonlight
and there’s nothing like new york city at night
i almost hate to admit that i think it should be the eighth wonder of the world
but only almost
being in such a big city
makes me feel so insignificant
yet i guess lately i just feel insignificant
and i think norah was right,
its such a beautiful disease
but i know i’m infected
because it doesn’t allow me to take a break
which i assume is why
no matter how calm this night is
i won’t find sleep too easy
and if i don’t look at all
i know sleep will never knock at my door
but i still want to dream
and act like they can be achieved for free
i’d like to think that nights like these come along often
but that doesn’t make it true.
i won’t always have jack to bring the western sky
and keep away the eastern rain
i won’t always have what’s lost, returned to me
but i guess sometimes life decides to exalt me
karma finds time to make it up to me in some little way
and at this point, i’ll take whatever i can get
but all i really need is some time to sleep
a few extra hours to rejuvenate my mind
and all i really wish is that my friend in turmoil finds some form of peace
before the world turns cold
and she feels like she’s toughing it out all on her own
still, i know that even though my words may bring comfort
that it is only she who can make it through the rain
but the storms keep pulling through this town
the thunder keeps threatening the possibility of a quiet night
my memories are the real reasons for not getting sleep
but for the first time i’m not running from either
i just stand in the middle of the street and let it pour all over me
yes i let the life i’ve lead collide with the life i live
and i let them battle it out inside of me
i let some friends leave me behind, just as i’ve done to others
i let the rain fall all over me
let my clothes cling to my body
and i walk home heavy and tired
but happy to see my bed
then, and only then do i stumble upon sleep
and it’s almost enough
yes, it’s almost enough to make me feel awake
but only almost
only almost.