Unfulfilled desires, oh,
why must you haunt me?
Descend on me at ghastly hours,
unprepared, I always seem.
Grabbing hold of consciousness,
and crashing all my dreams,
I wake from restless sleep,
tangled between the sheets.
Impatient fluffy sheep I count,
yet, never do they bleat…
My realizations are not profound;
all my hopes are blasphemy.
has shattered my esteem.
Then in the distance I hear a sound:
the trill of a mockingbird in a tree.
Sweet, blithesome wish-fulfillment,
when will it ever come to be?