Scatterplot boy with a numerical heart:
worried, anxious, and bent out of joint;
lost the plot and ripped apart.
Where do you rest your head tonight?
Your constant concern and anxious mind;
worried the world might leave you behind.
Graphing the world point-by-point.
Where do you rest your head tonight?
Heavy soul, take small respite.
Allow your bones a restful night.
Lay your head down upon my chest.
Give in to sleep and take some rest.
What lays beyond my hearth but spite?
Where do you rest your head tonight?
-o0o-
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