The night doesn't have to be upon me 
For me to go off on a yawning spree
I am capable of opening my mouth
So wide that if you were to peak Inside
You could see my soul crouching 
Into itself, like a baby still unborn 

The will to do nothing at all 
Hangs upon me like a ghost 
To sit in a place 
And turn myself into a statue 
Has become one of my favourite pastimes
I do not even think of anyone anymore 
I'm not sure what exactly it is 
That I think off
When I close my eyes to picture
All I see is the Inside of my eyelids 
I don't see a face or a body 
I see nothing that excites me anymore
The weight I had upon my shoulders is dissolving 
And disappearing 
Into the ground 
Where it belongs 
And the time fory flight 
Is coming 
And it is coming soon

I shall take off into a flight 
That shall be marvelled
By the ages that have yet to come 
But first let me just yawn some more