Un-expectancy

It's too early for my eyes to accept
That it's morning, mourning
But it's been so long since I've seen you here
So I guess I'll just drag along

I saw first what it's like to leave the room
And not come back to the foreignness
The elder ones will want you back
But you know where to turn

They've received a glimpse of the teaching
That they will never have like me
I can't believe that it's that miraculous
Maybe I am a virtuoso of words

Yet not quite conversations
Like ones with unknown words
I sat still to break my back and observe the screens
It shows I need a refresher