I cant sit still.
It's not like me.
Leave every room I enter.
Every couch I lounge.
Except when I cant help but sit.
So I stay.
And I think.
"Whats going to pull me away?".
So I wait,
For something to pull me through the door.
Through the window my sun sets.
So I stay.
And I think.
"Maybe I can pull the door through me".
I cant sit still, It's not like me.
I can leave this chair and pull this door.
Breathe new air.
I've left my floor.
I cant sit still.
It's not like me.