Floor

I don’t feel I’m getting too sore Let’s go for this trip unless You have to keep your feet on the floor Have you ever cared about your numbness How could you forget about your daily trip? You were wandering all the time You are in such a mess Memories keep chasing me all the time / whenever I’m lonesome There is so much confusion in my cracked mind I made it myself (did I?) A whole yard of flash backs coming up and down Are scattering/trapped in an endless dream world/land One silent cry and I fall from bed