Im in.

I'm in.

I'm not going out.

I'm in.

I'm not talking about leaving the house.

I'm in.

I don't think I'll ever get out.

I'm in—

looking through optical windows.

I'm in.

I force out and pull in.

I'm in.

The vehicle's grown tired.

I'm in—

the seat between the eyebrows.

I'm in.

The light's getting pretty thin.

I'm in.

And for a minute, I'm out... but

I'm in.

Can't believe the state that

I'm in.

If I could give up the breath that

I'm in—

The more I try, the further

I'm in.

I'm introverted, in spoken.

In.

In.