I know what you're thinking. Or maybe not. I'm not you. But I once was.
Visions of happy people
cross my mind
I love to get tiredthat’s how I know that I am alive in that other world.
Don’t let it wonder,Keep it distracted,For what it’s searching,Should not be contacted.
Sunshine streaking through the blindsEach new day brings anew ventureto beembraced