When I awake its usually just ‘you’ and 'I' talking back and forth br And then there's ‘you’, you always seem to pop in uninvited to drown out ‘you’ br I can’t seem to make sense of ‘you’; because the moment I speak, ‘you exist’... br As though to say, ‘you’ are different from ‘you’ whom I was talking with a moment ago br And different from 'me', the sole inhibitor of this chaos br br What then is it in my present state that sets me aside from a ‘Looney’? I can’t even discuss! br Because when ‘you’ and ‘you’ and ‘him’ and ‘me’ and ‘them’ all engage in a conversation … br Not surprisingly, it all at once turns into chaos with more tossing and turning in bed br Poor ‘head’, whom has to put up with all this... br And the unenviable task of switching between which voice goes first, second, last or never br br Yet it’s a moment like today that seems to bring even more chaos br That other strange bedfellow; who I can’t seem to identify, is voicing out yet again br Albeit rather mutely...