The Bed On The Surface Of The Ocean

I lie on my bed on the surface of the ocean

With mixed emotions cooking up in my oven

Sometimes I lie outside of the bed 

Swimming away the pain

And I observe the bed on the surface of the ocean

With trust and love for the others 

Somehow I believed that bed was the same as mine

I wrapped it up like a leftover meal cooked in a shrine

Naivety about the authencitiy of its surface put me off guard

I now hate to think everyone's bed is dirty underneath

So I swim underwater for closure

And I hate to see that I was not a pessimist

It was real

People lie on their bed on the surface of the ocean