I lay in bed

praying for genius

I lay in bed

smoking an imaginary cigarette

I lay in bed

and there’s nothing there, but a blank ceiling.

I just love thinking, or not thinking

waiting

for something

to pop

inside

my empty head.

Writing with ambition

is the surest way to fail.

I lay in bed

gathering my strength

I lay in bed

and the pillows are soft against my head

I lay in bed

and I wonder why people go to war

They must not be able to lay in bed

What does it mean to throw away time?

I have wasted my life

going to places

that don’t want me

listening to people

who don’t need me

What you give away

you don’t need.

It feels good

to lay in bed

and not need

anything.

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