Read Till the End

This house has it’s walls, All so paper thin, One more line of dialogue, And I might just cave in, My head is so thick, But yet so thin, I don’t have a pool, But yet I might dive in, Filling my head with all that is old, I’d rather see what is new, Than what’s full of rust and dust, I read another line, It’s jumping in my head you see, Like a rabbit that's not visible to me, It’s visible to you, Only once out of the day, Thats between 2 and 3 am, While in bed you lay, Fast asleep, On the moment before, While my eyes start to pour, A naughty dream, That I wish I had no more, I wish I was gone, I wish I could walk through that door.