featuring Fish Kalender of Good With Anything, and friend Mark Bell
"Take time. Take time to realize.
Take your time in here.
Time is all that we have."
Is this my imagination, or is this my realization
Of things that I see but cannot explain?
"Just smile. Just move along."
This house makes my mind and my body move in different directions.
There are ghosts in the room with me.
They are watching. They are waiting.
I cannot be the last one to say that we made it.
This won’t last for much longer.
This is only just a pointless endeavor to convince myself that it's all just a dream,
And I cannot seem to wake up anytime soon.
If it is a dream, just wake me up.
Someone wake me up. Somebody wake me up.
I regret this immediately.
Is this what I get for conformity?
I know that this house has at least an exit or two.
If there is an exit, let me out.
Someone let me out. Somebody let me out.
If I could leave right now, I would go without looking back.
But there may not be any hope for that now.
So I might as well just give it a try.
Make a run for it!
Try to make a run for the door
And break through!
But don't look!
Don't look back!
We are so close! Just so close!
Close enough to break away from their mind games!
I can taste the fresh air!
It's only just a small step away!
Awaking with sweat and gasping breaths,
I find myself screaming at my bedroom wall.
Relieved and confused, I reflect on my dream.
In the end, I just say to myself,
"I guess that is over now."