Sleep In Peace

He kept havin’ these dreams…these crazy dreams ’bout somebody chasin’ him through towns…cities…cross America…chasin’ him out on highways and gravel roads…down back alleys…always on the run…

And he didn’t have a car or a truck…not on motor bike or bicycle…just his own two feet…kept runnin’ from this thing that he couldn’t get away from…thoughts in his mind…

The man kept tryin’ to get rid of these thoughts…thoughts of suicide…thoughts of maybe doin’ harm to himself…that’s what he was runnin’ from…and in his dreams these thoughts did a number on him…one day he’d be in a small town tryin’ to make it a home…then off on a Greyhound leavin’ again for some city…or some mountain range out West…

In these dreams he’d been everywhere…New York…Boston…Boise…out on some ranch in Montana…down South in Mississippi…laying on a beach down by Biloxi in the middle of the night with machines combin’ the sand…wakin’ him up just in time to avoid gettin’ run over…just another thing chasin’ him…

Sometimes throughout the night he’d just be snorin’ away under covers with his head sweatin’ into a pillow…a wetness from top to bottom..like he was overheatin’ or somethin’…he’d toss and turn…make noises…talk out loud…carry on complete conversations with himself…talk ’bout one day hittin’ the road…quittin’ his job down at the gas station…gettin’ rid of everything in his life…everything…

These dreams…wild dreams…they’d get the best of him one day…they’d get the best of him…eventually a man gets to the point where he don’t wanna dream no more…he just wants to sleep in peace…in peace…

Here’s to sleepin’ in peace…

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