Still I lie here, I lay my head.
Memory foam mattress, duvet thinly spread.
A cage of comfort with a mahogany head,
Time doesn't pass here, not in my bed.
A timeless lie then, I lay my head.
The pleads to walk... of which I dread,
The surgeons mark still on my leg.
Some believe the pain is in my head,
A silent blame that's wordlessly said.
But time does pass here despite my lie,
and beside all reason a year's gone by.