I\'m an athlete.
I can throw and catch,
and run in the sun-
all shiny and bright.
And you just sleep, sleep, sleep.
Look at me, mama.
I\'m a writer.
I do poetry and stories,
all pretty and pink,
and all you do is,
sleep, sleep, sleep.
Look at me, mama.
I can dance.
I\'m lonely,
I\'ll move to France,
meet a woman, get married.
Look at the ants crawl through
the spilled red juice on
the grass; nature everywhere,
as you sleep, sleep, sleep.
Look mama,
look at me, mama!
I have children now,
all good and wise,
you\'re a grandma.
Why don\'t you wake up?
Please look at me, mama.
I\'m lonely and afraid.
I\'m old now, and cold,
and you still,
just
sleep, sleep, sleep...