Milk-No-Sugar Coffee
I was walking, and walking, and walking,
Sometimes running,
Sometimes crawling,
Sometimes losing the sense of reality,
Coming back with a different sense,
With uncertain rules of morality
As a weapon for self-defense.
I was shooting, and shooting, and shooting,
Sometimes killing,
Sometimes missing,
Sometimes I was killed myself,
Recreated in different states,
From a dragon to an elf
Passing through the doors and gates.
I was flying, and flying, and flying,
Sometimes faster,
Sometimes quiet,
Sometimes sitting on flowers carpet,
And thinking I was an ant…
Sometimes dreaming I was a pilot,
Who survived the crash in the end.
I was pushing, and pulling, and pitting,
Sometimes breaking,
Sometimes building,
Sometimes making everything nothing,
Something similar to morphine,
Please, give me a blueberry muffin
And milk-no-sugar coffee.
Sometimes running,
Sometimes crawling,
Sometimes losing the sense of reality,
Coming back with a different sense,
With uncertain rules of morality
As a weapon for self-defense.
I was shooting, and shooting, and shooting,
Sometimes killing,
Sometimes missing,
Sometimes I was killed myself,
Recreated in different states,
From a dragon to an elf
Passing through the doors and gates.
I was flying, and flying, and flying,
Sometimes faster,
Sometimes quiet,
Sometimes sitting on flowers carpet,
And thinking I was an ant…
Sometimes dreaming I was a pilot,
Who survived the crash in the end.
I was pushing, and pulling, and pitting,
Sometimes breaking,
Sometimes building,
Sometimes making everything nothing,
Something similar to morphine,
Please, give me a blueberry muffin
And milk-no-sugar coffee.