Beds and Cracks

I sit in my bed,
And I quiver,
Because it’s not like it was before,

But I’ve been told by people,
With cracks in their faces,
That life will be OK,

So I’ll open my eyes,
And I’ll say a hello to the people with their arms outstretched,
And I’ll tell them no,
And they will say yes,
And I’ll say no,

Again,
And again,

The fires I burn will only burn dozens to dust,

Then life takes its toll,
And I’ll close my doors.

Please don’t remember me,
Or anything I have said,

Because the cracks are creeping and I’m weeping,
And my brain,
It’s fleeting,
I’m gone

Gone
Gone
Gone