I am the house ghost Craving company Haunting the corridors Stuck in my head, my busy busy head All alone, even in company A deep desire for connection A craving never satisfied In despair of my inner noise Giving and taking in desperation You give me love and i take it as a triangle For no point faces another Emotions bounce from one side to the other My head a blackboard never wiped Lessons overlaid with sketches Overlaid with formulas Nonsensical logic cyclical in nature My spirit floats along these cold corridors Tidying mess i can control I crave control At long last i can rest, once order has been restored At least I’m a tidy ghost A witch in her lair A head with no body A brain with no skull Raw and uncontainable