out side

outside should be rainin,

there should be a pourin rain,

does it all really exist,

or is it tumor in my brain?

made a promise i can´t keep,

sorry, not today,

so i whisper to a sheet,

words i´d like to say.

i´m useless tablespoon,

with plastic lungs lost

overthere,

i´m waitin on the moon,

the oxygen is not my air.