a body laid flat over an unmade bed
nothing budges but whats in his head
muscles relaxed he stares at the ceiling
the only thing alive is his being

the sun crosses through the sky
suddenly coming down from a high
euphoria exits leaving holes
memories and yearning for past souls

the end of a journey his eyelids close
rushed back to the world he knows
reality of what wasn't meant to be
chained to the past he'll never come free