You creep up on me
In the dead of night
In the plain of a beige room
In the place my joy dies

I thought you’d traveled far
But I look up
And there you are

Staring at me
Eye to eye
Is it you I find?
Or caffeine
Toppling a wobbly mind

I’m not sure what it is
But I am sure what to do
Working working working
To make sure if it’s you

I do.

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