My head hurts now It's Monday morning, and I cant think and cant even dream Of anything but being still. Going away to a place more sereal Locked deep in the back of my mind. What is tomorrow and what does it bring. Who cares, Who cares about anything at all. When I sleep and when I'm awake, it's all the same And it's always a blur. Whose to say what's real or not, Not you. Not anyone. There is nothing out there that can make things better Or make them change.
We are captives of a universe that has a marvellous capacity to forget all about us. Each of us directs his or her own life and makes it happy or makes it miserable. If you can't see the difference between sleep life and real life you're not paying enough attention. It's you who can make that part of you real. You own that. Join the great adventure and write about it.
