• laying in bed, sheets all black with a little flowers slightly colored blue, I look out at my window,
    I see a tree with a bird, just singing away with the new morning, the bird flys away to get on with its day.
    I lay their watching it fly away. and as i watch it fly away i wish i could be as free as that bird, i'm in a cage and its my room which is called 123. only if i was not withering away, I could get on with my own day.