i am watching this paper
on the ground out the window
as it creeps along a crack
in the wind, listening to someone
talk to me and i'm not even here
and he's trying to impress me
or reach me, but i'm in no mood
for this kind of thing anymore
i'm tired today
i'm tired with all you people.
leave me alone already.
i crave the silence of my own
house, and not talking, not
listening.