CeilingCeiling by Seed89
I see my ceiling from my bed, so distant and aloof.
I reach out my hand, I try to get there, but I can not,
as with my dreams, my hopes, my future.
I'm so destined to remain on my bed, staring at the ceiling of my room?
No matter how far, the ceiling is there, is not only far out of reach,
as are the clouds,
the stars and
This is little, but I will suffice.
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
"Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends."
(A Midsummer Night's Dream)
I'm a nice and polite Italian boy