James, if you get up you must walk all over your clothes.
You will come back with cloth on your feet,
small black socks that will reak.
Stay in bed, James. Lie still, do not go.
See how the floor is sinking and crying up a show,
I will sit here and not mutter a sound,
so warm and so tired, an inability to be loud.
Stay in bed, James. The outdoors are not what should be chose.
Outdoors the weather intensifies, and there is no objective in sight.
I can hear those I have lost in my dreams, shaping my mind,
and I continue to lay still, my emotions see no light.
onward I slumber with my thoughts undefined
James, there is a way out but it will not come until night,
And there is little to be done but close your eyes. Wake up!