Sits glass as the foggy window
Little between he and the outside
Around the world he’s traveled
Now he’s back again briefly
The parties are all searching for
The life he lives inside the glass
He knows not why he runs away
But feeds the beasts he keeps at bay
The solitude is deafening beyond
The structures where he sits
And might one day figure out
Pop marks can be left for zits
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC
Sits glass as the foggy window
Little between he and the outside
Around the world he’s traveled
Now he’s back again briefly
The parties are all searching for
The life he lives inside the glass
He knows not why he runs away
But feeds the beasts he keeps at bay
The solitude is deafening beyond
The structures where he sits
And might one day figure out
Pop marks can be left for zits
