The more I dream, the less I am asleep.
For I am surfing the waves of my heart.
The more I sit, the stronger I become
of fear to get up and leave.
The more I look and see,
the wonders I grow near
Further into the window,
further still.
Deep down into the depths,
I still sit in my chair,
Further into the window,
further still.
My eyes grow weary, dry, and cracked.
Cracked like the desert ground.
Lean to the right,
to the left,
back up, stretch, and repeat.
Further into the window,
further still.
Time flies when your having fun,
not any fun when nothing is done.
No food for the hungry, no water for the dry,
like a third wo