By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor
you don’t let me leave
so, I wait until you count your sheep
I want you to stay
awake but you are fast asleep
well I’m counting the days until you call back
you’re waiting for me to cut you some slack
going skating on jet black tarmac
will you ride with me?
Oh, when I go outside
I know where I’ll hide
So, find me in the trees
sippin’ on moonbeams
don’t forget the keys
in case I miscount your sheep
going crazy with pockets empty but we’d rather be no where else
