I could go to bed.
Sure.
If I wasn't so busy
Dancing in the dark
Drinking in the corner of the kitchen
Lipsynching to Journey.
I'm feeling more me
Than usual
And more alone
Than I am.
Other people's
Projected thoughts
Are getting me angry.
Other people's
Stupid lives
I'm dreaming before sleep,
Inventing actual souls
To play with,
To create a space of meaning
Around me.
I'm talking to the air
Staring through the walls
Wondering where I really am
And why and when and whaaaaat.