feel their eyes on you
feel their eyes on you
anatidaephobia
the duck never sleeps
feel their eyes on you
anatidaephobia
the duck never sleeps
surrounding darkness
and monsters under the bed
a bump in the night
to wander about
skirt the edge of being lost
i am where i am
for a moment's pause
to feel that bit of relief
it sucks getting old
to wonder at why
was that choice made out of fear
time for what matters
emptying my space
shift everything to the left
still in the wrong place
evening stillness
on the quiet breath of night
resting solitude
my eyes are bleeding
how do you un-see something
need memory wiped
to be the root cause
the reaponsibility
how did we get here
double espresso
power through the afternoon
am not addicted