O, sometimes, i don't think i'll ever be Sure: coming back from who-knows-where, Locked-up, downstairs. do you remember What you were thinking of? "Well maybe." Call out to nothing in the wake of watching Her sipping wine from a camping cup on Some missing night. but, did just-enough Ever give it up? "When was i someone who you let inside And held-on, too?" (And somewhere) A note, just inside the door, is hoping Something is still where it was: 'I came to dance and Passed it up. once i Land, won't you come? Think of me: i just can't Move. i couldn't see I never knew I'd wander where I'll never be.'