Drift away on a dying wisp of fog:
at present in cloud, just prior... in log.
Who is stationary: them as I drift,
Or is it me as the math lecture shifts?
none of it matters; it all detaches
And (somewhere) nowhere iím sitting and playing with matches...
Hoping something will happen and break through the haze
I look out the window as nights become days
Wishing I accompanied the free passersby
Iíd jump through the window but itís far too high
Better to fall than eternally here

So I jump.