My windows are dirty
I still see the sky
A small line of blue and white
The pen that I'm using
Smells ugly but I
Keep writing, my head up high
When morning is waking me up
I still hang on to
My dream
An idea can grow
And slowly sneak into me
Cup black coffee in the kitchen
Tracy on the radio
While my thought make a walk
And I just let them go
My window is open, pigeons are talking
And the garbage truck is making thunder sound
Put my fingers on the keys
And let them roll around
If I look really carefully around in my room.
I can find it up on the shelf
Looking at me
And it whispers
If you wanna sing with a cow go and find one
If you wanna draw a picture than do
If you wanna climb on a mountain go barefoot
Or just be were you are
And look at the small line of the sky you can see
Did the day pretty well
And I'm glad to see my bed
Put the pillow in my back
And take a book to read a while
Say good night to my walk
Which are patiently are there
Close my eyes
Open the door
And go in