I sleep until I can sleep no more
Then I force myself to sleep some more
It is simply this that I have to do
When I want to avoid myself and you
It doesn’t work but for the temporary glee
Of running soon lost in the loop of dust I free
I’m in circles and circles and circles again
Perhaps if I faint and falter I’ll forget this pain
I can’t escape not because I haven’t the key
But for the absent door I do not see.
.
.
Copyright © 2002, 2011 Kenny Mah Ying Fye. Photograph by Ricardo Chahad.
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.
I sleep and sleep and sleep,
Just to escape from the tasks coming up…
@Alby: There’s no escape… and the tasks are neverending… So simply sleep and sleep… Until you can’t sleep another peep!
*muahahaha…*
Ohh!!! What a sleeping beauty!
@jemima: A rather delicious little sleeping beauty, might I add… after certain culinary preparations, that is. *chuckles*
i’ll ignore the undercurrent of despair in this poem and say instead that this is such an apt post to wake up to after i’ve been asleep from 4 a.m. through 2 p.m. :D
it’s ok to sleep and sleep and sleep as long as you know how to wake up..there’s always light at the end of the tunnel
@Sean: Despair? Hmm, maybe. Really depends on how one reads the poem, I guess. I’ve just listened to a reading that fills me with joy – such a surprise! such a lark!
Of course, if one is to take it literally, I have to admit I’ve been keeping regular hours of hitting the pillows before midnight and waking to greet the morning by seven to eight a.m. daily for the past few years.
It’s a good life, if one can keep at it.
@lena: Strange that you mention this. There’s a reason why I avoid naps in the middle of the day, especially during warm weather.
I find it to wake up, as though as my mind has woken but my body hasn’t, and my lungs have forgotten how to breathe. It’s like racing to the surface of the ocean before one’s oxygen runs out. Not exactly a pleasant experience, that.
oh, these two lines are the ones that sound most melancholy to me (perhaps because i’m applying them to how a person might feel, not a pig, heheh):
“I’m in circles and circles and circles again
Perhaps if I faint and falter I’ll forget this pain”
the impression that life is such a cycle of futility and agony that sleep is the only source of succor…
@Sean: I am imagining a suckling pig on a platter on a lazy Susan on a round table in a Chinese restaurant, ready for a banquet… circles and circles again… Wait, what are we talking about, again?
But aye, that’s a pretty decent interpretation of it. Yet, yet, I’m listening to such a different read of it, I still can’t stop smiling. *beams*
Sleep on the sucker until it DEMANDS to escape and cause you not another whiff of pain, I say!!
@minchow: ROFL. And even then, I say, don’t give in to its demands! Hahaha…
I can totally relate to that piggy. :) :)
@J the chocoholic: Better make that the two of us. Heh.
If only I could sleep like that pig! :D
Sleep as escapism…some people do!
I like the key and absent door imagery…
@Camemberu: I think some may miss the key-and-absent-door imagery – I am so glad you got it, dear! *hugs*
Haha, *hugs back*! That imagery is so powerful, so true! Sometimes a little frightening too! It’s beautiful!
@Camemberu: Thank you, dear. Your connecting with this means so much to me.
Been sleeping a lot lately, being under the weather and all that. Sigh. And CNY is just around the corner too..
@Michelle: And now is the perfect time for sleeping… to the fragrant aroma of reunion lunch+dinner foods being cooked. Such yummy dreams we shall have!