50 mg daily/the witching hour

In a room bathed by lamplight

I open my eyes and soul

Fell asleep at 7 o'clock again

I stare at the ceiling

And seem to look through it

To some old projector screen

Playing back my thoughts

As I lie awake and dream

And i travel sideways

Through time and space and

I disintegrate

Become invisible

I want to see it where it all first happened

There's a light on downstairs of

The window next door

My neighbor lies awake

Or maybe they're just scared 

Of the witching hour

And i'm projecting

I find you

Tangled up in arms and sheets

If you wish they were mine

Or havent thought of me in weeks

Two realms and one plane

Two mirrors aface

And one light reflected

The truth lost in between

I'm just a shooting star

A brilliant moment

Flashing by

Unseen