Nothing.

There's an old voice on,
So I thought I'd just write,
That I haven't been any where for quite a while.

It's a few things in a couple of boxes,
And I've a connection to so little,
It's an old emotion folded into an envelope,
a name I cannot remember,
And also, by it all, I suppose I've grown,
Or, at least, my mind has slightly given in,
No, up. No it's certainly up that it's given.
And I've let in all these old fears again,
Words have been hard to come by,
As you may have probably not read.

I still can't let it get away though,
Because last night I had an Alien dream.
Dropped into water, a space station going under.
And they were all before me,
Through bars that were lowering, they waited,
And so I sunk with the water,
And still they came. Mostly.