I am outside your door,
too afraid to knock, i will wake you up,
but i stand, i sit, i wait for you,
for you are sleeping, deep in the dreams,
drowned in your own pool of fluid world,
i walk over my melancholy, extending hand,
but you touch the fingertips, adhering me to your world,
i am half here, half there, riving,
in the midst of latent fear, you lament my lullaby,
and out of the morbid fun zone,
i laugh with joy, for i know,
i know the morning dew will rest upon my face,
mixing salt in its purest form,
so i close my eyes, to join your dreams,
but i can’t, for the real you may wake up.
and trap me in the world of you,
so i am outside your door,
too afraid to knock, i will wake you up,
but i stand, i sit, i wait for you,
for you are sleeping, deep in the dreams
