Pipedream - Through The Blinds
Laying on my old bed,
A path of light cuts through the blinds
As a ray of sun beams the dust alive
I’m half asleep with my arm over my eyes
I contemplate my life
as I expect my peers all do the same
Regular revision of the decisions that I’ve made
race around a velodrome inside my head
but never cross the finish line
Heuristic approach to my entire life
has left me feeling so alien
I feel I’ve made good with odds and ends
but I’m left with a miscellanea