sleep it away
My bed is safety
Cool calm sensual
Free of the open world
I hate the outside, where blue skys rane
What use is it when i can sleep it away
No pain no chains or societies dressings
Acceptability, plastic and stiff
Mindscapes of exotic creativity sprawl out
Tangled white sheet
Can this be it all?
What am i missing beyond these four walls?
My phone ,my radio is all i need.
My bed
Every thing is dead
But the droning playfull circus, in my head.
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