I think I have forgotten
How to use my eyes to think
Or maybe
I've studied the art so much
That it has become an impulse
And I will be doomed to dwell
Dwell on the pointlessness
Which corrodes me even now

On the other side  
Where  the screen is shiny
And the sun is lilac
Where a caterpillar's cocoon
Is a castle in the sky
That is where
I will always want to be
And against it's glass frame  
I press my face
Hopelessly praying
For a crack in the glass