As a child
Seven or eight years old
Lying in bed
Not awake
Not asleep
Not anything
In a daze
Dreaming
And drifting skyward
Hungry
I haven't eaten in days
The cupboards are empty
My mother works all day
Into the night
For some tasteless bread
That I can't stomach
I can't stomach anything
I've lost the desire
Hunger is a disease
That spreads when untreated
My stomach
And now my mind
Are completely empty
With nowhere to fill them
And no matter holding them down
I'm drifting skyward
Looking for a way off of the empty Earth
--lyrics and all music by matthew john mortimer
