INVISIBLE DOORS
Some people count sheep to get
to sleep
Not me I count daft things like
tiles and floors
I've got thirty odd walls in my
house
And three or four invisible
doors
But I’m stuck in the attic afraid
Looking up through the crack in
the roof
Waiting for the full moon to
come back round
So I can make my way down before
dawn
Outside I can hear the birds
singing now
Must have fallen asleep or
through the hatch
I tell myself as I reach for the
clock
It’s eight thirty time to get up and go
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