I’m afraid I live without seeing

What I see is only white noise

White noise, a rooted ceiling

The ceiling trusses will be destroyed

What then? I cannot help but wonder.

Do I live in a bubble of stars above?

When it pops, will it feel like a blow of thunder?

Can I handle the pain, and the shove?

I worry, I worry, I worry, so

Am I naive for seeing only hope?

Is that it then, my white noise?

The safe sound lets me sleep and cope

I wonder, I wonder, I wonder, why?

Oh! Why do we only sleep under dark sky?