Let me sit here, just a moment
With my face hidden in hands
In the corner by the butterflies
In the sheen of the pale green
Corridors and walls
The machines beeps a mile away
You in your plastic box
I held your hand for the first time
You did not open your eyes
I closed mine
Tangles of wires in and out
To drugged to scream
Do you dream in false sleep?
Have to head back now
Follow the sound of machines
And eyes like mine
To the room of boxes
