It’s a good place to be, a bed,
Cozy, safe, away from the world, closer to heart.
Leaving all the sense people make,
Leave it all on the pillow and blanket.
Pick up a screen and skim through places,
Pristine, supreme, rough or dry.
Oh! Wee-wee what’s she upto?
Another guy and another dress she’s draped in!
Look, hear and believe what they say,
Willing to continue as long are you.
Letting to lead you some pixels, some sound waves,
Coming from a device so dear to you.
Well, here it’s a cakewalk, easy and calm,
Breathing before you die is necessary as it is.
Yet use it for what you please, your every right to be,
All that it is after all what you wanted to be!
Hours go by and the room becomes alive,
Littering some wise words when the silence takes the side.
When did this happen, why would you do,
Does that really mean a world to you?
Not less than a day has elapsed, your mind is hungry,
Tired and relieved at the same time, it needed to dream.
A day or two to get a few more hours,
We’ll begin when there’s another new game lost.
