A rainy afternoon Amnesiac was playing Wishing I would be one when I go back And I’ve drown myself In Bukowski’s soul Just the way I needed it So I won’t have to Depend on the sleeping tonic Lying around the room Everything was becoming peaceful Swimming in tabula rasa that give me hope Arms becoming numb Eyes starting to shut Just the way I want to Then someone from the gates of hell Decided to pull me out of it “Malaya! Malaya! Are you going out?” The most nonsense question To my utmost annoyance i almost flipped everything But composed myself And replied “no!!!” **** this **** Solitude is my bestfriend But he was not here When I needed him most