tisdag 24 mars 2009

No, not daydreaming. Nightdreaming. Eyes open.



You've got cucumbers on your eyes

Too much time spent on nothing

Waiting for a moment to arise

The face in the ceiling

And arms too long

I'm waiting for him to catch me

Vad är egentligen verklighet?

1 kommentar:

julia sa...

det börjar jag också undra. hur vet man?