Here, here, here I am,
A blabbing fool that blabs
Withing the limits of his will
Here, in the mirror I am,
A dusty face looking at glass
Looking at thoughts, gathered always around
In a cloudy mess
Never, never, no
It shall never be
All those stories stacked up there
I shall never live to see
Strings, strings, all around me,
Reality's quite dull
It isn't very funny
It saddens me a lot
Being grounded for life
With thoughts above the sky.
A pea born and dead in blackness
It can only tell what it feels
And it ***** its meat around
So other meats can hear.
Never, never, no
Never shall I know
What it feels like being something more.
No, never, no
Never shall I know
A story other than my petty own.
No, no.. Never, oh
I'll never leave this current form
It is what it is
And it can never be something else
No, no..
Another passing thought
Never to be caught
There it flies on,
While I'm cemented in the ground
There, there..
Now born, now dead,
There's the thought and then it's gone
All along.. Never to be..
For as long as it will
Be given time to fly
Under its own will
There, there..
It will search for you, doe
Always.