So the curtains are shut tightly ,so no light will go through.
The day seems to be a particulary nice one to just sit and lay.
To get what i wanted i had to work hard.
Now i would like a glass of whiskey and a cigar.
I look at a squiggly, flickering light on the floor.
There`s an odd odor in the air, is it coming out of the door?
I light a candle and sit down just to do nothing but to stare.
Trying to but things together, this is the time when i actually dare.
It starts getting darker.
I start to think what will they want from me next?
In my hand i have a well written law fufilling text.
But the brief moments when i can look outside in silence, these are the kind of humble moments they can never take away from me.
So today i`m going to just stare.