If I can't talk anymore, stranger,
more like a stranger than before,
I think she thinks I'm like a bore,
a way to fill the time, no danger.

My mouth is full of food I can not
let through, my eyes are feasting on
this buffet that seems, growing, drawn
perfectly, but now it starts to rot.

It was a picture, an image, the food
is not to be eaten, it's taste is disappointing,
set to ruin my late night or morning mood.

Infinity is not enough, let me be right,
you make me lose might, only pointing,
and I will fight, with or without light.