I have been changed by hibernating brain.
Maybe that I am to blame myself
That in the sky are crows instead of planes,
That outside the window winter well?
Sleep deprivation! From 9 a.m
To 12 p.m. my sleeping hours.
Sleep deprivation! When I could smile,
I am like stunned, somewhat fried-out.
Within my weird head, in the most remote areas,
Between dendrites, axons and synapses
There is a big highway for main nerve impulses,
Flying in all dimensions, all axes.
Sleep deprivation! From 9 a.m
To 12 p.m. my sleeping hours.
Sleep deprivation! When I could smile,
I am like stunned, somewhat fried-out.
When I could smile,
I am so high, somewhat fried-out.