gliding between consciousness and unconsciousness
i stare outside into the darkness
least wearing sunglasses leaves me in comfortable doubt
the worlds the same, glasses with or without
ignorance is bliss
is something amiss

drugged and yet not so
groping in a closed room for a door
dont know the next string in this score
clock ticks an hour more

endless stories no beginnings no middle no end
what lies beyond this bend
cant make out from where I stand
as in the background "Lost" is the song played by the band

middle of the night
nothings wrong nothings right
hazy shades of grey paints the pic
as the clock turns the shades dont stick

staring at the ceiling
with a melancholic feeling
crowded room, but still alone
sinking yet need to swim on my own

momentary peace
for now at least
noisy silence
talking to a blinking cursor, hence