Being all alone,
With nothing to do but to think about,
The nature of the world.
About a drink of something cool,
That leaves your throat clear of anything,
That might let out something inappropriate,
If there was anyone listening.
And now you find yourself an hour of time,
In which to really get to know yourself,
Without the guilt that you should be doing something,
That is of some worth.
And it's alright,
There's a thought in there somewhere,
About the time you will spend sleeping off,
The need to feel completely unaware.
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