I left my window open at the bottom of the sea
The cold air blew in past the angler fish to me
And I caught a bug, but not in a glass jar
While the currents swept me away quite far

I lay in bed, and I stare into the ocean deep
Wondering what out there, there could be?
If I knew, then I'd know where to go, to be
But I don't, so I sit here, with the company of me

What's it like at the bottom of the ocean
I will tell you if you but simply lend an ear
The silt is disturbed by the slightest motion
And know one here, I know, knows fear

Mostly, because there is no one here at all
As it is dark and cold, and weighs heavy on you
And no seasons either, neither summer nor fall
And, unlike what you'd think, it's black, not blue

Down here, yes, this abyssal plain is my home
Near the edge of an oceanic trench, even deeper
And while yes, I am far from light and sea foam
I couldn't find rent elsewhere that was any cheaper

I don't mind it so much, to be completely honest
I mean, you're always free to visit, if you can
I'd rather be here, with nothing on my chest
And nothing but the cool black and the sand

I hate that ******* night light
It burns my eyes while I lie awake
I would be unaware that I were aware
If not for that unfortunate night light

It's prying at my eyes, open though they already be
On the edge of my bed, and no words cross my mind
There is no color in my heart while I wait
With the oddest symmetries underlying out of sight
Awake, there is me, is there a wake?

But it doesn't matter
and I sit here with that light
That night light who I hate so
While I lay awake, it taunts me
Though I am not awake on it's account

Odd thoughts I thought naught of
But in the middle of the night I ought
To go to bed, I've had enough
Odd dreams, sought to be caught

Awake by some gentle light
In the middle of the night

I remember when time stood still
Slowed until there was none to ****

I stood in alive among the frozen
Those around me found me warm
I unlike they, still had a sense of when
From the standstill I had been torn

I looked at the birds in flight in the sky
Each on it's way to a place far from home
They do it though they don't know why
Yet still they fly and still they roam

The sun shone through the august leaves
Painting the world their ancient hues
On the river side on that eve of eves
Why time had stopped, I had no clue

I remember when time stood still
Slowed until there was none to ****
But in the same instant sprang back alive
And I guess I'll never ever know why

The air is hot, these winter days
With the wind blowing from uphill
Howling on the mouths of caves
Sounds to me like the same old swill

Pick red, or pick the blue pill
We're already down the rabbit hole
We've still got some time; to ****
Before the smoke swallows us whole

It's 2 minutes till ten, what will I do till then?
Those two minutes will pass, surely I will not notice
And in two minutes when they have, I will be in bed
Though the same can be said for the next 80 years
When the time will have passed the same, except I will be dead