This cold bed

In this cold bed you cling to hot dreams

In these dreams you think these stories are fake

In these thoughts you travel through streams

And in these streams you realize that you are still awake

In this loneliness they fall apart

Because on the floor is where is what they need

And what they need is known as a heart

But to create it you must feed it with that seed

In these contradictions we die without knowing the truth

Because in this life we don't find what we want

What we want is to enjoy the sins of youth

Until memories become our only font

In this song I travel to known lands

Lands that I don't know if it stands

As well as feelings that simply become sands

Oliver Yeager

16th July 2018