Closets aren't big enough to fit
Me these days, and sometimes only
The soft drumming of rain on the
Windowsill can calm me down sometimes.
I'm just waiting 'till I shut down completely,
Everyone knows it's coming, it's just a matter of time,
Which Alice had plenty of, the White Rabbit
With his waistcoat and pocket watch,
And I have no one. I don't have wardrobes and wands
To whisk me off to magical places where anything
Can happen. That's not my life. I have no place to hide.