probably nothing

in my dreams you climb the walls
slip through the window and kiss my neck
which leaves a mark
so i throw you out

you might be Puck
you know all the lines.
you cannot fly
you've learned to climb.

they whisper
clicks and squeaks that fill the room
and you can build whispers,
i decide,
out of clicks and squeaks

i am the sound man
80% of what you hear never happened
i built it for you
so you will understand.

and they whisper because of me
if i wasnt here they would speak
im trying to dream im trying to dream im trying to sleep.