It would be a while to awake
Caught in a spell of stairwells
Coffee stains, curtains, lobbies
I find myself in familiar hallways
Not knowing the door of the room
They're all identical and have their place
The numbers are constant equations
Never functioning to a solution
Just soul less direction
To a private space that's not so private
Air conditioners and loud lights
Pretend I'm at sea when I'm sitting down
Rocking back and forth till I'm lost
Then found
When the foghorn alarm sounds
And the ship sinks empty
Into waves of distant audio
Like a television heard for miles
Trapped in another place
Must be my imagination
Or the couple fighting in the hall
Thinking to loud
Of a different scene
In a sitcom rerun
Where it's always funny
Because I remember so fondly
Then it drifts out
And it's gone
The lights buzzing
The air condition takes it's break in the cycle
Could be hours
Before I'm sleeping
Again
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