Crawl

I'm going to crawl under my bed today
On my belly, inch by the inch

Until my sky is filled with springs and dusty things
And fields that'll never yield the fruits of spring

Don't bother to write or even call
I’m not really here, I’ve moved away, that's all

Under the bed, in the dark and gloom
It'll be a perfect home, with only one perfect room

There’ I’ll be king, perfect father, husband, and son
In my world, population one

I'm going to crawl under my bed today
I'll be there until judgment day