What's all this I'm giving to myself?
A new, completely different undarkened place,
a brand new lonely routine for me.
Lights and & rain, music & temptations dance
all together in a single place. Of all the
things I thought were mine, I realize now,
they were never for me.

   But my thoughts were drilling a hole outside,
to let the air come inside and exchange it for some light.
Reflections & strangers, names & faces
all converge in a single word of loneliness,
it is worth it seeing this as anything but the exact same.

Float me away to a room with fewer walls & a tin roof,
something I can easily break through.

Ride me in top of smoother ground, without glass & stone,
somewhere I can say I'm not alone.

   My imagination reshapes all of my reality into something
I don't know but that fancies predictability.
Sleep & dreams, affection & love are the prizes I've failed to earn
every time I distance myself to heal, but end up only feeling terribly alone.