There's voices around me. So many little voices.

They keep telling me the things that don't make any sense

And I can't understand what they want from me

"What do you want, what do you want?" I ask, towards nothing

The shouts stumble out through my coarse throat

Every second, I feel tense. Tenser. Tenser.

I ponder meanings, fishing between syllables, as I sit here, at my desk

And my mind isn't free

And I can't think of anything else

And I can't think of anything

And I can't think

And I can't.