Cluttered

You know when you wake from a bump in the night?
Well that bump in the night might be me
From when I got up to pee
Or maybe a coughing spree

Sometimes I’ll decide in the night to get up
To look over my bookshelf and read
And go at a glacial speed
Navigation is something I need

For the bump in the night you hear is from me
Tripping on clothes and bumbling about
Since I walk around with the lights out
And if I stumble I might shout

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