Hey. I don’t know what time it is wherever you are,
But right over here,on my bed, time has stopped.
Believe me I swear.
Nothing is moving,but something is humming. Vibrating.
No walls, no nothing.
I can hear music, I can see dancers somewhere over there.
I can see the sky through my ceiling, the stars are dazzling!
I recognize this place, I know every dancer.
But I don’t want to dance, not now anyway.
I’m healing the little parts I can,or masking.
Either way I am doing something,I won’t go flying.
I can see secrets on my floor, sure right they are filthy.
On my walls I can see beauty. I won’t get tired of squeezing through,I have to.
I survive on squeezing through.
What if I stop keeping my head up and the damned steal my crown?
What if I stop keeping my heart strong and the hogs eat up my share?
What if I stop keeping my mind set and I put all I have ablaze?
You must be mad.
You must be very mad!