Spindle of Ease

Sifting through the blinds, washing my room
The fresh daylight doesn't assume
And mind's fresh. No bullshit, not yet
An empty slate so I might wait
To drink my mind from a cup and wake up
Does my train stay or do I go away

A spindle of ease unwinds itself in me
Too late, I'm sedated and confined
Something I chose? I don't know

Shifting state of minds over the ledge
Falling down onto a cloud

A spindle of ease unwinds itself in me
Too late, I'm sedated and confined
Something I chose? I don't know
Something I chose? I don't know



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Dougherty
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