With my fingers pressed up against the empty glass bio-dome
Breathing warm air to the misty bleak, window upfront
I can not comprehend what others on the "outside" are saying
I know they come with petty conversation
And sometimes on windy cold days like this one;
I wish I lived on the "outside"
With the brisk breeze caressing and cleansing me
But it is also the ones on the "outside"
That push me into my empty home.
I wish they would let me be...
-19/01/95
Breathing warm air to the misty bleak, window upfront
I can not comprehend what others on the "outside" are saying
I know they come with petty conversation
And sometimes on windy cold days like this one;
I wish I lived on the "outside"
With the brisk breeze caressing and cleansing me
But it is also the ones on the "outside"
That push me into my empty home.
I wish they would let me be...
-19/01/95
