simulation.

been here again, doing it seems a dream
in the sound of rainfall on my roof, writing to be relieved.
the stings of excess cannot be calm
(your sock still on. itches your foot later. what the hell)
she comes and goes, thinking and not thinking
to know
laid down beneath where can we go
together i meant it but she thought it was untrue
together apart whether never to be me or you. (echoes)
been here again, doing it seems a dream,
thinking and not thinking
what happens on the road always comes home.
i have to wake up early,
too many things to do; how comforting so alone again
my lens dry my eyes up,
if i was a time traveller i'd be taking a vacation in the past.

but it is so real she will soon forget.