Streams of the conscious river... here it goes
Laundry in a basket, tea on my coffee table
Here I am eating ice cream, dancing in the bathroom

There you are reading poetry, lying on the floor
it's an illusion and a dream-altogether
It's okay... I'm not talking-just lost in thought

Dreaming with those seam
I'm driving away in a minicooper
running away on a marathon

Yet here I am in my room
Typing away with the ghosts
that will not pass.