Sunday, January 4, 2009

No Walls, Just A Ceiling

The comfort of bed
Doesn't succeed
In calming my head, 
A wild stampede
Of thoughts running through,
Around and around,
I don't have a clue,
Why I'm still on the ground.
Cause I feel so high,
So adept and so free,
But as time passes by,
The more that I see.
I've got it all
But I want to be more,
I feel so small,
There's so much in store.
But now I will wait, 
Make the most of these days,
Try to think straight, 
Set my life ablaze.