Ticket to Paradise

Lying in bed
Contemplating thunders
Exploding outside my window
Imploding I wonder
If I could pass on some of my rain
To this pillow, would it drown?
Would I faint?
Lose my senses to the clouds

Horror movie scenario
Hoping for a twist
Usually it doesn’t end well
But I’ve learned how to sell
My storm, nameless sounds
Written in hundreads of pages
Fucking hell right beneath my feet
I’m staying in bed, writing this

They only care about numbers
The results, statistic facts
I’m here busting my ass
It doesn’t matter
The work will materialize
Into a ticket for paradise
Just a place where things are fair
People understand
I’m not just sitting in a chair.