so i lay here

writing my manifesto

about my vendetta with the universe

but instead of doing that

i prefer to just lay here

while the small lights bounce off the ceilings and the walls

in a never ending rhythm

i'm not thinking of much (if im even thinking at all)

i'd rather sit in the small corner of the roof that's just right

and stare at the stars

and passing cars

but no, not tonight

tonight i'll lay here

staring at the ceiling