Why must this living room be empty?
What does it try to prove?
When will I finally get there?
How, when there's no room to move?
Sometimes I think I'm crazy.
Only as crazy s the thoughts inside my head.
I knew it'd all be better when I woke up.
But it was much more different instead.
That slow and steady hum,
Repetitious yet reliable.
Like a morning ritual
Or the Holy Bible.
Here comes Choc.
It's Choc and me only.
A golden leave falls from the tree,
And suddenly I'm lonely.
