sits down, watches his favorite channelsunlight comes through the windowevery day, as usualfreedom, all day for his own usingit has the best of mendingaway from the wrong-time-sleepingsilentturns off all the volumewith the cigarette fills up his mouthhe needs no talkstays onchooses to mist him uponly the birds can figure him outhe's alone, alonelay down, after the busy workingthings are on her ordersome kind she used to be'cafe', there's no one who sits withhe could see her 'unhappy,'he used to know what it meansbreathingthis is the only way outdropped the eyes to listen the exit runsportraitbreaks from the wall and melts downlike the expressions fade and fall,fade and fallit wakes me upit wakes me upit wakes me upit wakes me uprain stoppedstill the fog is so heavyin another world it fled againfrom my hand, againclock stoppedI had outwalked the starswith the quiet steps and my heartam I aloneam I alonealone