Attic No.7

White

The shades of grey

Above my body

Even the brightest yellow

I went to the attic

The one I've always dreamt of

Quietly applause the rain

For the dramatic scene

I breathe as if I smoke joint

A vase of baby blue caught my heart without a clue

I hear what siren in every ten minutes is that normal

And the birds oh the birds oh the birds

They are giants and beautiful

And you can't escape the hours it's everywhere

With some strange notes of a musical box

Your skin is dry your lip is cracking

I need to pause

Oh maybe a tea or coffee or chocolate or just something hot and sweet

Now wait

The buildings

With the window waffle and eyes of cookies

With the topping of judges hair on the supreme court

You know

So I let myself bare feet

With the coldest wood floor

So I let myself bare feet

With the coldest wood floor

So I let myself bare feet

With the coldest wood floor

So I let myself bare feet

With the coldest wood floor

With the coldest

With the coldest

With the coldest

With the coldest