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stringed thoughts slide through worm holes in my conscienceness
Memories, hopes, and fears all the forwarning of emptiness
Nothing tangible in this wonderland, with no white rabbit to follow
instead a chessire cat leads me into a vaulted room
where Goggled humans inspect me through machines,
but come to no conclusions on how I came to be
shackled in the straight jacket of my own confusion
I slam myself against the wall and fall to the ground,
but cushoned surfaces provide no one any pain
and so I simply lie upon the floor and wish for something real
I do not wish to endure existance, but death cannot set me free
and when I look into another's eyes, its only pain in me
Within the mirror I search for something that makes since,
but what I see does not reveal what I feel inside,
image is nothing to believe
Memories, hopes, and fears all the forwarning of emptiness
Nothing tangible in this wonderland, with no white rabbit to follow
instead a chessire cat leads me into a vaulted room
where Goggled humans inspect me through machines,
but come to no conclusions on how I came to be
shackled in the straight jacket of my own confusion
I slam myself against the wall and fall to the ground,
but cushoned surfaces provide no one any pain
and so I simply lie upon the floor and wish for something real
I do not wish to endure existance, but death cannot set me free
and when I look into another's eyes, its only pain in me
Within the mirror I search for something that makes since,
but what I see does not reveal what I feel inside,
image is nothing to believe