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Glass I & II

Glass I

 

Their pace of life is way too fast

I can’t keep up, they travel past

Faces pushed up against the glass

I’m way too slow, I will be last

 

At this pace, I’m in control

Their constant rat-race takes its toll

Faces pushed up against the glass

I try to hang on to my soul

 

Too much pressure, breaking through

I watch the glass fall down

Cutting, slicing all of you

As the impact cracks your crown

 

Too much pressure, falling through

Rushing, crashing down

Broken fragments, all of you

Like the shards in which you drown

 

These people they, will never stop

Will something ever make them drop?

Faces pushed up against the glass

Too much heat to reach the top

 

In-between the concrete bases

They’ve finally stopped their loop of races

Faces pushed up against the glass

Behold, their splintered faces

 

 

 

Glass II

 

Await the sound

Await the sound

Await the sound of breaking glass

 

The insects march in unison

Unaware of the control they are under

I watch them dance below

Stomping wildly to the droning beat

 

Rhythm too fast

Bass line too harsh

Await the sound of breaking glass

 

Flashlight photography

Blinding tired eyes

Disguising blatant lies

 

Strobe light nightmare

Infrared dreams

Disintegrating

Into ultra-violent screams

 

Strobe light mayhem

Infected dreams

Claustrophobic state

With agonising screams

 

The controlled dance as one

Unaware their rhythm is programmed

I stare at the carnival below

Dancing madly to the droning beat

 

Rhythm too fast

Bass line too harsh

Await the sound of breaking glass

 

Flashlight photography

Pierces tired eyes

Escape they cannot find

 

Rhythm too fast

Bass line too fast

Too fast too harsh

Too harsh too fast

Await the sound of breaking glass

 

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