She was born and bred in captivity
In an oppressive home was where she grew
Every night she dreamt about the wild sea
Of whispering waves and worlds she never knew
Her reality seemed so unreal and wrong
She moved in aimless circles like a ghost
Trapped in a world where she did not belong
Always yearning for her home: the salt-wind coast
A parasitic guilt ate at my soul
As I looked into her eyes, dying and lost
At last I saw the prison of her bowl
I scooped her up - into the toilet tossed
A gentle flush was all it took to set us free.
But guilt came back when sister asked, "Where's Goldie?"

The bus starts and pulls away.
You missed the bus.
You're stuck on the curb;
the next one isn't for another hour.

You missed the bus!
God, you're such a fool.
The next one isn't for another hour.
You don't have the time.

God, you're such a fool!
You ask the man next to you for the time.
"You don't have the time?"
No. "You should wear a watch."

You ask the man next to you for the time
When you once had dreams. Yes, you
know you should wear a watch
like you used to.

Like you're used to
The bus starts and pulls away
You're stuck on the curb
Where you once had dreams, yes you.

When I'm small, I'll follow the sun
And when I'm big, I'll swallow it whole.

I wish I were a cat
Because they live nine lives,
which is more than enough,
especially for a cat.
Meow.

shadow
hides him
on the dim path
towards the house,

hides him
on a quest
towards the house
towards their deaths.

on a quest:
moves in silence, alone,
towards their deaths
and his own.

and his own
shadow
on the dim path
moves in silence, alone.

"So what's your story?"
He's no different than the rest.
She looks away, just
pretend not to hear.

He's no different than the rest.
The party is monotonous.
Pretend not to hear
That wheezing droning whine.

The party is monotonous.
Small-talk:
That wheezing droning whine,
Blah-blah-blah.

Small-talk:
The same people same stories, always the same.
Blah-blah-blah.
Who really cares?

Who really cares?
"So what's your story?"
She looks away, just
the same people same stories, always the same.