Sitting
Watching the strange old man
As he fell asleep
And I
Feeling the weight of sleep
Began to drift
And wonder why
Why did he do it
Go on and struggle
For what does he wait
Here with me
And wondered  to myself
Why
Am I
Why
Do I
Why
Should I
Why why why
In a purile circle of...

And then he rouses
Bringing the mundane
Back into focus
And I am rescued
By the strange old man
Mumbling about lunch