I often wonder why
that homeless woman...
Rooted to the ground
million of faces past her by...
Waitin' on sunshine so bright.
nothing but rain in sight...
Traveling down this endless road
seems like I've crossed this path before...
Twinkle Twinkle firefly
Soaring, gliding through the sky...
Betwixt reality and delusion
lie faces in black and white...
I can hear the fan spin,
as my eyes gaze at the night lamp...
I wait, like a genie
sealed inside a whiskey bottle...
The time is right,
It's time for my cycle...
Sighing heavily with relief as I climb into bed,
A good night's sleep awaits me, finally arriving...
You whispered it'd be complicated,
Like those numerous times before...
Words, words, they have all disappeared.
Disappeared, faded into oblivion...