Patterns cross the floor with cars
As I slowly draw the blinds
I'm wondering what you've come here for
You know this light hurts my eyes
And I see only gray, It's not clear I'm lying
Patterns formed from words still fall
Sentences spiral down
The conversation carries on
Steel strikes stone without sound
My rest comes with the tearing of an eye
In a pause to blink it dry sleep comes fast
And I wait to hear the drumming on the walls
The soft light in the halls will still burn when I have passed
I will be waiting for darkness at noon
