I live in the space between your heads
airy and empty open places
but I fit and flit from bare to narrow
rent free I occupy your heads

I feel earthquakes in your bare heads
trembling walls shaking
crimson curtains shutting out light
your thermostat rising

You feel me more than I feel poor you
I manage your thoughts
bring you to tables to write and work
your demanding tutor  

I live in the space between your heads
consuming your meagre stocks
running wild in your feeble imagination
feeding your addictions
while refusing your invitations to play
cause you're all not fit for purpose
letting me live rent free in your empty spaces