• As day turns to night.
    I enter my room and flick on the
    light.
    I search for something in my
    room
    I find nothing but a messy doom
    I search right & left
    I wish my room was on a
    cleft.
    I can't find what I need
    Something I pleed.
    What I need is small
    Silver and purple is all.
    Consumed in the mess
    Sometimes dirt never rests.
    Till the break of dawn
    I still search, and all I do is just yawn.
    I trace my steps
    And found some concepts.
    That what I've been looking for
    Was on the other side of the door.
    I sigh and go to bed,
    When my alarm goes off instead.