Counting nights you haven’t slept
Counting dreams you haven’t dreamt
They asleep are together
And you
You awake are alone
And certain in your nights
And quiet in your intentions
Hiding behind your pondering
Couldn’t help but wondering
You awake are alone



My eyes are no longer mine.

When I go searching for them, I can’t find them.

When I find them, I can’t recognize them.

Now I’m seeing things I haven’t seen before.

Now I’m dreaming dreams I haven’t dreamt before.


Sweet is the burden on my face.

The burden of new eyes.

It’s frightening to walk around with my new eyes

on the same face.