Lasagna Alone

I am eating lasagna In an unfinished room By myself all alone Music plays backwards In the absence of moonlight Middle of day Somewhere else I can't see the stars And I think about Harry Just ent'ring the bank Overwhelmed Excitedly taking it in Thirty more minutes Of ad-free music And it's not so cold Not in here Not as cold as it is Where I was The walls are gray And splotchy white The lights Out Is the electricity Back on? Will I ski On Wednesday? Hans Castorp will Breaking rules It was just A little anemia He was only A little anemic Take me away Take me to Der Zauerberg Thin air Away Away So far away But they won't let me sleep Verge of tears But a smile spills out It's a mess, I'm a mess But I don't care to clean So I'll call it art I'm not painting pretty Not anymore I'm something else A piece Of abstract Art