Reverie

I'd often think about it

My life under the sea

I wanted not to tell you

My God, what happened to me?

If moisture wasn't empty

There'd be some certainty

I sometimes think about it

With glee, it never happened to me

There's someone in the bed frame that holds some power over me

I float above the headboard, yet slide beneath the sheets

There's someone in the bedpost who says he sees what I see

He told me not to tell you there's life in hesitancy

I sometimes think about it

My life under the sea

It's chilling and repulsive

And blinded by reverie

There's someone in my bedroom

Who says he's infinity

I tried to wash the dirt out

But look what happened to me