Who looked around the room
The curtains now pulled back
The sun would look the same
Or would have shifted it's sky

The curtains were heavy
The mornings ruled them
I bought them company of
my smiles
They too played the trees, birds and cars.

Stay said the bed
Dream more, but
I need to write
What I saw all night,
The day born for a purpose,
And I need to eat that cause.

The curtain knew I did
not know how to read or write,
The little me in fear looked at the bed,
It promised me a me not to see,
I started to rush across, to be caught in the
Curtains heavy, the sun then laughed
in my face, asking me to sing, till I
knew how to read or write.