Tossed about my big head,
Weary from nothing, lazy mind.
I took flight in the light wind,
Wetting my eyes in the clouds,
And the quietness was so loud.

I slept—not sleep, but reverie—
Forgetting that I must eat.
I woke up, trying to be free,
But even then I felt crazy.
Nothing wants me to be.

And to notice that my words
Were written from the back,
So to my lovely bed, I retired.