too tired to say goodbye to this trusted bed, i’m immediately about to leave,
A hard decision for me to believe;
I have to let to stay them here; the sheets.
And I’m once again walking onto the busy streets,
with myself finally plumping down
as I’m getting enough of this humanity,
and I feel my absentmindedly thoughts drown,
they drown into the lovely scent,
the wonderful dreams that never went.
The protecting feelings of living there save in that the huge amount of blankets,
My lips drifting away their secrets about this incomprehensible world,
I guess I don’t have the guts to let it hold;
the changing of time and the unending routines.
I guess I want to stay in bed, it seems…