I'm a space ghost in the garden

You never dream of leaving home for a stranger

I’m not violent I swear it

But you've got no reason to hear it

I’m not cold-blooded I’m frozen soulless

Something’s sleeping

I'm a gallery of insipid musings

The splattered canvas of a captive being

Humor beauty and the same old greeting

Please see me Please hear me

I was someone I was something

I was breathing I was moving

Drifting weightless slowly sinking

Frozen soulless something sleeping

I’m a friendly disembodied being

Literally a nobody just get to know me

I’m not confident just charming

Here’s the evidence I’m starving

If being disembodied has a cost

I’m paying it

There’s someone else on my planet I’m not alone

There are bugs with backs that light up in the grass

I like to think of that glow as their laughter

While knowing every organism here is already dying

I was someone I was something

I was breathing I was moving

Drifting weightless slowly sinking

Frozen soulless something sleeping

Life is bittersweet and I’m the bitter part

Being sentient is just as much a curse as being sick

I am frightened of a universe where this is normal

I epitomize potential energy

I have ample time to analyze the way I once was I know

But I wake up in the same machine

And I have learned I’m not the only one

In this galaxy who feels this way

I was someone I was something

I was breathing I was moving

Drifting weightless slowly sinking

Frozen soulless something sleeping