All Day

All day I stare at the wall, and i see the shadows, and see a different side of me.
All night, I stare at the celing, i think of the day, and then i think of you.
I am unaware of the time which passes by, and soon its another day.
And I stare again, and see a different shadow and a different side of me.

The ceiling is skewed, the faded walls, all seemed to talk.
I try to find a solution, like that, like how you told me.
I turn my hands around, and my head follow along.
It isn't that complicated, just ask a kid, she'll tell.

All month, I wait for a new year, all year I wait for that day.
All day, that day, I sleep, sounding less than a hiss.
Deep and uncommon thoughts that brought us together, where are you?
Maybe the world can patch us together.

All day, I dream of just a breakfast together.
Of just a plate of sunny-side up with a cup of coffee.
I recall the taste, but the face looked bitter.
People say we looked too different, all day I think of that.

And I want to talk about it, but reasons aren't that new.
If we can get over it, the feelings are real true.
Just be an easy friend, for me to let go.
Maybe then , we can a find place together, in this perfect weather....hehehehe.

True, i feel it more than ever.