Dots

Papers in piles Heaping up in the corner of my eye Places you've been Ignored like a stone in a movie scene It's easier it seems To live on and grow old in your daydreams Mistaking my self for a man of means Waking up feeling empty I'm in a sad phase of being Like I'm Deaf dumb and paralyzed in bed staring at dots in the ceiling Hanging on to this good old passive desperation Afraid of regression There's not much more to say I think my feet have grown roots that connect to the fibers of the bed Pictures and experiences of an old tree runs through my head They speak of a life of content, with simple desires. A life spanning decades The connection makes you high I just can't shake this feeling Like I'm deaf dumb and paralyzed in bed counting the dots in the ceiling I'm in this immense borrowed recollection Feel The connection Feel the connection