Imagine

Lying there day by day

Doing nothing

Starring, eyes slightly open

But open to what?

Blankness, more of this word called 'nothing'

Hard to sleep

Hard to dream

The only time for my mind to be distracted

Yet I imagine the same every night

Tubes leading in

Tubes leading out

A cold room

Eyes locked on the center

Ears open but I only hear what  I want

Clock tends to move fast, but body moves s l o w

I pray for something new. . .

I'm sure we all do

They say to give is better than to receive

Well here I am arms open on my knees begging to give

Give my legs, to walk

Give my voice, to talk

Give my lungs, to breathe

No one would want to be in his shoes

Yet here I am willing  to trade it all

* I love you paul. . .