Across the Bed

On my back sometimes
across the bed I lay, answers I search
arms spread out, I’m down in defeat
as if by doing so, life would change a bit

Doesn’t it feel like
the most comforting thing?
Doesn’t it feel like
the ceiling is listening?

Maybe baring my soul for the unknown
gives me some weird kind of hope?
I have more questions than answers
but if you do get life, say so.