Thursday, October 11, 2012

They Call it Caving

I feel like I am
Standing in a novel

But it's just a building
With windows

Cause outside looks so far away
Overcast and filled with grey

Traffic sails and winds that fray

Cities filled with pride
I hide in mountains, life's disguised

Because if reality is this crowded
I'll need a secret place

People tight and wounded
All living a dysfunctional race

Out of balance
Pop your pills
Cast away the black that spills

And hang on to the glitter
Reading through the night

Escaping from a box
Without a manual
Within the rocks

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