Contemplation consumes me. br I sit here, br In my bathroom, br In the only place br I am not watched. br And yet... br The gnats secretly br Lay against the wall. br br The floor... br It's so cold... br The ice welcomes me br Without any promises. br They come closer. br br Why do I feel alone, br When I am surrounded br By watchers? br br In a pool of people, br I am the one br Noticed. br br I'm like a spy br With no mission. br Why br Must I hide? br br No one comforts me, br No one, br But this floor br I lay on.