Performer - Intellectual

Wafting

In the eagerness of early December I'm floating

Whilst everything I know is cascading

Down into the sinkhole

Is it warm down there?

I keep waiting through the hours of cold

Reaching for a single speck of light

I do not know this man

But he is in my bedroom unfurling

And I am uncertain that I can play as I have played before

But I am a performer, of course I'll perform

Is it warm down there?

I keep waiting through the hours of cold

Reaching for a single speck of light

I keep waiting through the hours of cold

Pressing for the sun to come and find me

Must I bring my own torch?

Or are you gonna come and

Light me up