Cold side of the pillow

Let’s run to the waiting heaven-
The cold side of the pillow,
All we awed to returned to,
Our fever dream home,
The cold side of the pillow..
Let’s call our moms to bring them,
After we cussed them,
And forget our gardens.

Let’s forget too,
As life is written on letters and posts,
That it freshly awaits outside,
On a forgotten railroad,
Recommend me in a letter, life
Recommends me,
Recommends me,
I’ll be waiting in the waiting room.

Drinking water,
Inviting new dreams,
And i can, as everyone embodies to be seen,
Writes to be someone,
And carries Achilles and pockets,
So that they could be there,
On the theatre outside,
We’ll write to escape,
We can reject to be a part,
Of the tragic play outside,
Listed to be a comedy.

Invite me to dream,
Recommend me to life.

They shiver to be seen,
Are we?
Are we? You?
Are we? Ever?
Forever again,
What where we,
Before not knowing that,
It is the universe undoing itself,
We are.

Tonight i will rest my heart,
I will turn the cold side of the pillow.