Saturday, 4 July 2009

Bell jar.

In your bell jar you don't sound.
You are there but you can't be found.
The only hand reaching out
Is circlin' the clock and screechin' out.
Oh, how did we become
So separate from the sum?
Oh, why have we screened
All the nightmares from this dream?
Well, you're livin' life in A minor.
Don't get me wrong: you have the right.
But life's one big ol' diner.
Just ask me for that apple pie.
You're not on your own,
Though you feel detached.
This is just a zone;
The world's just beyond that latch.

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