All around, back and forth
The sickening smell of insignificance
I'm used to it now, I must reek of it

The densitiy of the air was tangible today
It was way too heavy for me, I woke up an hour earlier
I am eager to amaze myself for all the things that I could do
But most definetly won't, during this loose hour

Another day, predictably mundane
Another scratch on the 7" EP that is my life

That is my life
It keeps on bouncing
All around, back and forth

My Columbian coffee
Expensively tasted like sewer water today
The "normal and subtle" sour taste couldn't be sweetened at all
No matter how I sugared it
How many times have I wondered if this taste
Wasn't impregnated in my mouth?

And once again and as always
I'm having a delightful conversation
With the refrigirator by my side, he's always complaining
I'm used to his points of view now, his constant mumbling
Drastically sarcastic, almost as bitter as my coffee
He seems to have an opinion about everything, motherfucker

An instant passed, then I remembered
That I have an optic sense

Ah, there it is, my 4th floor morning-view of a sunlit back alley
Down there, an ant-like human is wandering
Nervously looking around, back and forth
And once the tension is gone, as he's sure that nobody's there
Unzip his pants and ungraciously expose himself
In order to piss his way throughout my alley

I am almost as relieved as he is
Once he's finished
But for obvious different reasons
Happily confined
Thoroughly hollow and unfulfilled
I think I'll go back to sleep