Every day of my life is passing by.
Every day, short of one pulse,
One pulse, holding all the hearts,  
Away from me,
Turning me sole.
Every day of my life is passing by.
Every day, short of one thought,
One thought, holding all the minds,  
Away from me,
Turning me dumb.
Every day of my life is passing by.
Every day, short of one follicle,
One follicle, holding all the buds,
Away from me,
Turning me bare.
Every day of my life is passing by.
Every day, short of one prospect,
One prospect, holding all the rest.  
Every day of my life is passing by.

I have a rime.
Under my skin.
I have a rhyme
I feel it in
side my follicles.
I feel the icicles.

Cling, cling, cling.
Flop, flop, flop.
Ding, ding, ding.
Drop, drop, drop.
The screen blinks,
My brain drivels.
The colours *****,
My cells shrivel.
Cling, cling, cling.
Drop, drop, drop.
Why can't I stop, stop, stop.

My q w e r t y are quiet.
The keys are all letters,
No words.
Keeping silent,
Lying soundless.
Black plastic squares,
Metallic silver river,
Flowing around.
Dull.
Leaving me mute.
Leaving me bound.

The hand on time,
Is not, not mine.
Moving the dial,
Not moving the dial,
Not moving the dial.
So I stay,
Rotating round and round,
Into the ground, into the ground.
I'm planted, no roots, no bark,
Half buried, half alive.

I didn't say yes,

One in my head said: “No!”.

I wanted to stay,

One in my head said: “Go!”.

One in my head never rests,

Keeping my slumber at bay.

Crowding my days with weariness,

Incessantly buzzing away.

My life passes by, day after day,

One in my head is merry and gay.

My life passes by, night after night,

One in my head is full of delight.

Trapped,
Inside.
A wall of glass around.
And the world is blind.
I watch it move,
Go on without me,
Living me behind,
Inside my wall of glass,
To find my own way out.