Pillow

Being and nothingness
French philosophy
I never ever thought that would apply to me
Am I not human, not flesh and bone?
Why does right feel so wrong?
It's a situation with ambiguous connotations
There's a dearth of information about the Zulu nation
The path it is short, the road is long
I am beginning to hate this song

I go to bed, I fluff up my pillow
I'm hearing the wind as it's blowing through the willows
I tuck the covers up under my skin
Morpheus, my old friend