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"i'm looking at you through the glass
i dunno how much time has passed
all i know is that it feels like forever
but noone ever tells you that forever feels like home
sitting all alone inside your head..."
the window to the world is open and so i sit and stare, i do not join i just watch. feeling like alice through the looking glass... plummetting down that same never ceasing winding rabbit hole. Stilluinknown of when i will crash to the floor and what will become of me. Wondering how i will land, whether it be in a heap or on my own two feet. And everytime i think ive reached the bottom i realise it was just a ledge. And everytime i think ive got it sorted i realise it was just for that moment. And so i feel that the rabbit hole is in fact my life. And so i realise that it will coninue in this manner yet it doesn't change watching and passing and falling. Though it glimmers towards success and eternity and life and love. Though you watch through that glass and realise that those words (as so often happens) are speaking your inner voice... and so i look at it all through this glass. Sometimes it's clear and perfectly viasible, sometimes you realise that you are waiting for the window cleaner to help you out. And others you realise that the window is like the television screen.
"how do you feel
that is the question
but i forget you dont expect an easy answer...
how much is real
so much to question
an epidemic of the mannequins,
contaminating everything
we thought came from the heart
but never did right from the start..."
i dunno how much time has passed
all i know is that it feels like forever
but noone ever tells you that forever feels like home
sitting all alone inside your head..."
the window to the world is open and so i sit and stare, i do not join i just watch. feeling like alice through the looking glass... plummetting down that same never ceasing winding rabbit hole. Stilluinknown of when i will crash to the floor and what will become of me. Wondering how i will land, whether it be in a heap or on my own two feet. And everytime i think ive reached the bottom i realise it was just a ledge. And everytime i think ive got it sorted i realise it was just for that moment. And so i feel that the rabbit hole is in fact my life. And so i realise that it will coninue in this manner yet it doesn't change watching and passing and falling. Though it glimmers towards success and eternity and life and love. Though you watch through that glass and realise that those words (as so often happens) are speaking your inner voice... and so i look at it all through this glass. Sometimes it's clear and perfectly viasible, sometimes you realise that you are waiting for the window cleaner to help you out. And others you realise that the window is like the television screen.
"how do you feel
that is the question
but i forget you dont expect an easy answer...
how much is real
so much to question
an epidemic of the mannequins,
contaminating everything
we thought came from the heart
but never did right from the start..."