Under bed

what is on the roof
what is under bed
is that the same soup
mother served with bread

as gazing to the star
once in future there will be
spaceship travelling very far
and in its control there will be
whole universe

it is like the bicycle
riding with a cacophony
seems that to neighbor
but for me it is harmony

seriously what is underneath my bed
is that a ghost waiting
or a witch coagulating
some magic liquid

I'm afraid to look
I'm curious to know
but always make me imagine
too many bright eyes in a row.

Oh I know Oh I know
it what father said
dreams that you sow