Indistinguishable from the bed on which I lay
Or is it lie?
I

Am opening my eyes to see the light of day
But only after night
-time

And the mucus seals my eyelids shut
And I have to ask
Crass

Did I ever wake up in the first place?
As a drone droning (, I)
Sing

In a cubic room with plenty of nothing
In an unknown town (, I)
Drown

And forget the glorious hustle
For which I groan
Alone

Eyes shut and bleeding from a screen
The Netflix streaming (, I'm)
Dreaming

Of being elsewhere, like a home, or the like
Having passion so closely
To me

But I'm acquainted with neither the past
Nor the present night,
I

Exist somewhere in between