Shoelaces , and a belgian morning.

Shoelaces , and a belgian morning.

I rub my eyes and stretch
wishing I had slept earlier
Breathed alot easier
Feel alot better, and sing
Like a certain canary
out of merciful captivity
and into this haze
Of flutter and stutter
Dicing my heart's gaze
Into mindless, symbolic bits of chatter.
so that myself , i can digest, that i matter


Wake me up. Please. From this little spell.
As i tie these shoelaces, while riding the carousel