Forced Convalescence - Bright Eyes

Forced convalescence and bed rest

Staring contest

With the ceiling and my feet

Was momentarily conscious

Of the backflips

I’ve been doing in my sleep

I’m not afraid of the future

Have to suffer and repeat

I tend to agree

What happens will be

Pain of my own making

Cut short by eternity

Now I’ve recovered completely

Life is easy

Hula-hooping around the sun

The calendar’s little boxes

All these presents

Get to open every one

I’ll be prepared for the winter

And the summer

And beyond

Just keep tagging along

Until the feeling is gone

Amazed by the haystack

Needle to oblivion

In a daze

In the doorway

I stood crying for what was

In a trance

In a taxi

Just keep driving, please don’t stop

Out of the neighborhood, the multiverse

Iron and rust

Went out of town for the weekend

With my children

Built sandcastles in the sun

Catastrophizing my birthday

Turning forty

Ending up like everyone

There’s no escaping the housework

Or the bank clerk

Or the priest

They’re waiting for me

In my Egyptian sheets

The Seroquel’s working

It’s fighting my fantasies

In the dark

At a distance

I see everything at once

Feel the wind

Through the window

And I’m overcome with love

Inter-dimensional, no obstacles

Mountains and dust