I don't want to sleep
I don't want to dream
My dreams are all of you
Tied up in your touch
Lost in the love
That I wish was real
I feel you too well
Hear your voice too clear
See the light in your eyes
As I play with your hair
I hold you tight
I won't let you go
But it always ends the same
And I wake up in tears
Alone

Sleepily pass the days
of all seasons,
slowly on the year does trod
for those who are confined.

Muted, people move
across dim, buzzing screens
so silent
its enough to make them scream, the confined

Young and old,
both can be prisoner to their years
but the middle-aged still yearn
for the age before, and yon

Even a slowly-paddled boat
is adventure on the sunny river
and slow talk and watercress sandwiches
amounts to an extravagance of life,
to the confined.