You're the dream
Sitting still
Dark within
And around
Looks deceive
Softly kills
So it seems but it
Never bites
Never quite at ease
The world keeps spinning on
Around your head
Tucking up the chaos inside your bed
Never quite in peace
Cause you can't ever know
What you need
Leave only a hint of what you'll be
All caught up in everyone's
Affairs they leave their bags up on your
Table and it's about time you made it end
Now the time has come to be a
Man, you know nothing will be the
Same perhaps that's what you're after
Poetry
Not your thing
Submissive
Not your style
I'm still there
There's no rush
Drop by whenever
You look back
You're the dream
Sitting still
Dark within
And around