four walls a floor and a ceiling staring out a window feeling the air breathing mind out there wondering if heaven seems me where do thoughts go while sleeping inside in a chair fell off while sitting there dreaming of when love was pure now it's stepped on and cut with all sorts of additives think of the unfair advantages to find a cure and take off all the bandages covering up all the scrapes the sh** is not about to hit it already done landed on the carpet if it's part of the agenda then who planned it