The window lets in little light
this room is widowed from the day
outside it feels like constant night
I think that I am going to stay,
in bed.
A band of Sun finds its way though
to wrap itself around my hair
I don't know what I'm going to do
not sure why the Sun would want to share
with me.
The mysteries of life unfold
as daylight takes away the cold and
Amazons stretch out to me, to
beat against maturity,with arrows they
would pin me to the wall,yet
I have missed philanthropists who gave
their hope to sunken ships and money slipped
under the doors where,
windows store what little light and
trades it to a larger night,today
I think that I shall stay
in bed.
And after life when all is done,
undone the silken bands of Sun
and mystery unfolds no more when
shadows crawl along the floor, to
catch the ride and you will soar
in another roaring ecstasy,
to beat against maturity,
the bed remains a lure to me,on
lines cast out into the sea,
I want to be
I want to be
I think today that I shall stay
in bed.