my floor
doesn’t reach the wall
what holds it there
at all?

my wall
hasn’t met the ceiling
hasn’t had the pleasure
doesn’t know the feeling

I fear
very much one day
it’ll blow away
it’ll fall away

then where
will that leave me?
where will I be ?
will I be me?

my bed
is matress free
where do I sleep?
who said I sleep?

my desk
is quite messy
my head
is just as clean

I’d cry
but I can’t quite cry
my eyes are dry
dry eyes can’t cry

I’m free
but I can’t quite go
but I want to go
at least I think so
where? I don’t know

they say
“you know, you’re better off
if you can walk it off”
so off I walk