The midnight sky is just another
         Curtain covering the window;
Hiding whatever is behind it.
        My fear of the dark is killing me,
                  Claustrophobia slowly eating my soul
        Out of the scarce source of light.

           I’m       
              F
                      A
                                   L
                                            L
                 ­                                   I
                            ­                                N
                               ­                                      G

                                                      Into the sand pit of voices,
                                                               Telling me the earth is round,
                                                      But all I see is a square.
                                                               All of six different faces that
                                                                        Can’t look at each other because
                                                               They are all stuck on edge, sleeping.

                                    I stand in front of those curtains,
                                    The adrenaline to scream the earth awake
                                    Is rushing through my blood stream.
                                    A grip onto the cloth of
                                    The elements of the universe
                                    Tearing it piece by piece.

                                                               Wake up, Earth.
                                                               There’s another world
                                                               Outside that window.