I’m looking at you through the glass… Don’t know how much time has passed Oh, God it feels like forever No one ever tells you that forever feels like home Sitting all alone inside your head
How do you feel? That is the question But I forget… you don’t expect an easy answer When something like a soul becomes initialized And folded up like paper dolls and little notes You can’t expect a bit of hope And while you’re outside looking in Describing what you see Remember what you’re staring at is me
‘Cause I’m looking at you through the glass… Don’t know how much time has passed All I know is that it feels like forever No one ever tells you that forever feels like home Sitting all alone inside your head
How much is real? So much to question An epidemic of the mannequins Contaminating everything When thought came from the heart It never did right from the start Just listen to the noises (Null and void instead of voices) Before you tell yourself It’s just a different scene Remember it’s just different from what you’ve seen
I’m looking at you through the glass… Don’t know how much time has passed And all I know is that it feels like forever No one ever tells you that forever feels like home Sitting all alone inside your head
I’m looking at you through the glass… Don’t know how much time has passed And all I know is that it feels like forever No one ever tells you that forever feels like home Sitting all alone inside your head
And it’s the stars The stars That shine for you And it’s the stars The stars That lie to you.. yeah yeah
I’m looking at you through the glass… Don’t know how much time has passed Oh, god it feels like forever But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home Sitting all alone inside your head
‘Cause I’m looking at you through the glass… Don’t know how much time has passed All I know is that it feels like forever But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home Sitting all alone inside your head
And it’s the stars The stars That shine for you.. yeah yeah And it’s the stars The stars That lie to you.. yeah yeah
And it’s the stars The stars That shine for you.. yeah yeah And it’s the stars The stars That lie to you.. yeah, yeah
*abrégée ~ i have abbreviated this from the original in the hope that it flows better now
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original longer version ~
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in one day
i built a diorama of Rome
it took another twenty-four hours
to rediscover the lost city of Atlantis
although i forgot
to mark the spot with an “X”
the third day and night
“the sky is falling”
kept hop-, skip- and jump-ing
through my head
from moonset to moonrise
and on and on and on
until next the moon vanished
from my sight
a futile bid to silence
the hysterical voice
in my mind
a midnight ride on a dinghy
alas, it concentrically went in circles
for there was but one oar to be found
days four, five and six
i left the Earth’s atmosphere
floating just past Jupiter
in the hot air balloon
Professor Marvel
had flown o’er Kansas to Oz
i fell back to Earth on the seventh day
then got up and walked away
“fear not for the future weep not for the past” the only advice my mother ever gave me….. if she had known what i would do in the future she would surely have wept
as young as four i radiated a charisma heralded as divine i followed my intuition never seeking permission
i prayed with wolves to grant faith and understanding to humanity i consulted with ravens about omens and mysteries i felt no need to conceal my actions
my father dismissed my beliefs as fantasy my mother pretended nothing was amiss some were certain it was deception or at least delusion there were those who whispered it was daemonic others worshipped me as though i were a god
indifferent to them all
i immersed myself in the arcana of the universe
until i understood my purpose then i bade the ravens fly around the world
to gather every shadow, high and low
having no choice but to accede to my destiny
i swallowed the shadows brought to me
including those belonging to the ravens
until the darkness disappeared
and me with it
leaving the earth in light forevermore
Carry On Tuesday #191 at Carry on Tuesday prompt: a quote from the 19th Century poet and politician Percy Bysshe Shelley “Fear not for the future Weep not for the past” { use all or part }
