How much of the wreckage causation was me?
I wonder who I am, no one minds, if you please.
I see people at night who aren't really there,
They might be a memory, or a deliberate scare.
For some reason they don't come in the daytime for tea,
I think I'd understand them better if I could believe,
That they aren't here to berate me, harm me, or steal,
But still I wait to see the people who aren't real.