Ceiling on a starry night

While you are at a constant

It better be towards

Another constant you like

While you are at a constant

Deprivation of meaning

You are lying on a sagging bed

Under the pretense of fresh white linen

You are watching the ceiling

While seeing stars on a starry night

Your heart pounding so hard

Trying to reach

That’s when you know

You should spin another windmill

To generate the wind that cools you

Instead of the ones that tosses you

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