Chestnuts

I spend my night in a box with stars in the lid
Sparkling and feeding my eyes
Underneath my mattress is a submarine
That keeps me awake with its motor-voice
I listen to the quiet sound of suitcases
Carried by my window
Let’s leave in the night to be far from home
When the sun is rising
But I travel in the math of my mind
Every step is unreal
In prefabricated situations
The people I meet never say what they think
I wanna fnd fowers and leaves and chestnuts
And take them all home