Lying in bed
Just thinking
About the meaning
Of the life I've been living
About the deeper aspects
And constructing theories
About the lumps
In my pillow
As I try
To flatten them out
About the colour
Of my walls
The stars in the sky
And how they remind me
Of your eyes
I glance
At the clock
Eight hours left
Might as well think
Some more
'Cause sleep
Or lack there of
Is what comes easily
To me
