Pixilated Universe

The clock keeps ticking
And I stare at the ceiling
As the patterns play
And the soft light fades
To black
Imagine that
When the world stopped spinning
And I started dreaming
That baby birds could fly
And the star waved goodbye
With a bang
It's a shame
While my mind works faster
I am getting weaker
In the world anew
If only you
Were here
I'd disappear

But my pixilated universe
Seems like the world to me...