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carry on
"good morning. here i am". get up when she rings. she's welcome. of course. she's always been. though, when you hang up, this stale taste in your mouth becomes too much. turn around again. turn 'round. want to sleep. so pointless. still, this voice clings to your mind. too much to think, too dark to try. so when you air your room at 5, there is this fear that she might carry on again. and you want to know. and you want to know... somebody told you to... "hello, here i am". your friends coming in. so welcome. yes. this music in your mind. familiar sounds keep you alive. same place, another time. and then, when you crawl into your bed at night, there is this fear that you might carry on again. and you want to know. and you want to know... somebody told you to... 
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