almost dormant I lay to sleep, I think about a thousand things
rarely will they make me think about the things that matter most
just last night I found myself all bundled for a good night's sleep
drifting, breathing, wondering what is settled now within my head
festered now within my head, this morbid curiosity led to
dreams of how I'd gotten here, right in this bed,
this stranger bed in this alien house, tomorrow rising all alone,
every day to this lonely school, each person just a mockery of what
I had known before in days where I was not yet all alone.