The curtains are still staring at me....

So tired and lost
Oblivion and dust

Old things stare they have gained their share
Of wit and glinting intelligence

Panic panic attack
Panic panic attack

Helps nothing to put
What happened past back

There is no one answer
Only a thousand little ones

Piled in a corner
Forgotten and built like a lost civilization.

Once I was blind
Now I see

A thousand little truths
That belong to me.