You slept for eight hours last night
If you were lucky and managed things right
A neighbor tossed and turned
Consumed by all the things he couldn't manage
The magnitude of each moment
Exploding in the ticks and tocks
So much uncertainty certainly you see
But for the neighbor the evidence for control is too strong
He wrinkles thinking of all that is changing when he sleeps
Everything he could be to mean something
All the power he has within his two feet
To take him to where he needs to go,
Out of bed, out of sorrow,
Out of time, in a song
Where he can forget and be forgotten
Where life is long
Context is gone
Strangers fit nicely under his arm
Refreshing as a drainage ditch
Apathy is beautiful
And it makes us sick
This is an argument
Live a little bit?
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