I lie in bed
knowing solitary
I just want some bread
my head I want to bury
in the prairie
my thoughts are scary
because I lie in bed
knowing solitary.
My solitary is where I find peace
but where I also find the scary part of me
all my self-esteem dose is decrease
I lie underneath the tree
trying to find my mind
but it’s all in a bind
because I lie in bed
knowing solitary.
I have no money
I have no friends
but people out in the world with so much honey
they are out here with people they don’t even know
people they should be cleanse of
but I continue to lie in my bed
knowing nothing but solitary.
The winds blow me over
because I can’t stand myself
the dark grey clouds are coming for me
Saint Peters is at the gate waiting for me to come with a water clover
I sit against the wooden shelf like an elf
I can no longer jump for glee
because I lie in bed
knowing solitary.
Nobody in this world can make living in solitary
it becomes scary
and unreal
so for now I shall lie in bed
knowing solitary.