This sheet is so light,
Yet it feels so heavy.
Life calls,
but this sheet lets it ring and ring.
and wring and wring.
It chokes me with comfort and warmth,
and fills my head with excuses.
Why leave something so secure and wander in that jungle we call life?
This sheet is so light ,
but its the devil on my shoulder.
and truly is as heavy as a boulder.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC
This sheet is so light,
Yet it feels so heavy.
Life calls,
but this sheet lets it ring and ring.
and wring and wring.
It chokes me with comfort and warmth,
and fills my head with excuses.
Why leave something so secure and wander in that jungle we call life?
This sheet is so light ,
but its the devil on my shoulder.
and truly is as heavy as a boulder.
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