Life's little mysteries keep me awake at night
Staring at my bed
Because the ceiling is too far away
And I'm not ready to go there yet
So I turn off my alarm clock
And wrap myself up a little tighter
And pray to God that should I slip away as I wake
To keep my eyes staring into the pillow
So that I can't see the vast gulf of emptiness
Between everything
And me
As I travel to my ceiling
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