Perhaps

Perhaps there is some truth in some form of overkill. I am not sure if yesterday was a better to be at, or today would be better. 

Either way, at least yesterday, at 3 in the morning, I was fast asleep and not sitting my desk, smoking one fag after the other, writing post-it notes and thumping them right on the wall to remind myself... of what, we have yet to figure out.

I thought I'd drop you easily

But that was not to be

You burrowed like a summer tic

So you invade my sleep and confuse my dreams

Turn my nights to sleepless itch

Holding on the telephone

I hear your midrange moan

You're everywhere inside my room

Even when I'm alone I hear your mellow drone

You're everywhere inside of me

I can't escape your incessant whine

When you beam it out all across the sky

No I can't escape your insipid rhyme

When you shoot it deep

Straight into my mind

Stuck on you 'till the end of time

I'm too tired to fight your rhyme

Stuck on you 'till the end of time

you've got me paralyzed

Perhaps, we're destined to always be invisible....