Hollowed hands reach out for hungry fish without making a sound.
My muted mouth shines clouded out through acres of clouds.
A red bicycle lays rusting as the rain falls down.
I was scared.
I was quiet and cold.
I'm not waking up.
Take me where the sea and the sky collide
Sleeping, it didn't mean I wasn't in the corridor or waiting for the sunshine.
Wake me...you're not waking me.