21 September 2012
Sometimes when I lay down my sleepy head, On that soft mattress that I call my bed. I wonder what'd be like to be swallowed whole And taken into its world lead by my soul. I 'd like to see what their life there must be like, Springs, mountains, waiting to be hiked. The ground so soft that every step is a bounce, Turning my walk into a flounce. The people there are the actors in dreams. Taking on personas, changing their physical seams. Their lives, their jobs, their little world. Laying beneath the place I'm curled.
©Odd
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