"Hey mom, I'm eleven"


My mom is one kind of a woman,
She seems so happy regard the distance between her soul and spirit,
My mom is one year older than yesterday but she is just, my mom.
I love telling her about my love life,
About how this monk keeps me insomniac looking at the stars, through the shining hostile glass of the night,
My mom just enjoys my bed time stories,
My mom is ...in her thirties.

Basically I'm twenty,
I'm ten years younger but I think she's 15 behind,
Not really as a human but as a ghost,
Yeah, my mom is a pretty ghost.
She's six down but miles up...