I Almost Didn't Notice

How could I be nothing standing in the window in front of the pale blue curtains three floors up - I'm watching the ground absorb the snow, which had started falling, tonight I don't feel like going much further down the road. Scientists must have miscalculated these imaginary scenes, that could never ever happen, not even in bad dreams. Then you're drinking too much, that's the way my life changes, escaping, but hardly for anything at all. I mistook the sound of ice breaking for the scattered remains of the sun. Don't think life ever will just lead you to anyone. Drinking in the cafe, sat over by the window, another cup of coffee won't decaffeinate my soul. This luminous emptiness, this feeling of home, it's perfect for a restless soul, like the classic mix of poetry into rock and roll. Nothing's fixed and static, not even the old paintings on the library wall, like details in design, the stars get closer, in line with oceans that have not been sailed before. And maybe that's the way it's supposed to be, and maybe that's the way that I'm meant to feel.