Blockhead - The Strain

I have a long night ahead of me including reading, reading responses, and overall lack of sleep. That piano is cheerful and wants me to be as well. That singing, reminds me of times to come and good times already passed. The trumpet mimics my lack of sleep, floating through an organized emptiness. I sometimes worry, that I am running, and running, and running, and I'm not getting anywhere. This voice exists in a vastness and what she's saying, suddenly doesnt apply to me. I am allowed to float among the music now. Doctors performing surgery is a hilarious affair at this point. Thank you blockhead.